Prepare pyres.

Recline, creature
your tired anthem won’t expire
not while pyres burn.

Fade, weakling
ducking focus each emergent
SIPPING LIES.

Mock your reedy cries.

It’s vengeance long in coming
sullen shreds of chilling silence
lone and cold, midnights.
yesteryears that never fade
PREPARE PYRES
liquidate
it echoes through the
HALLS SWARMING
slaves to think they’re free.

PREPARE PYRES
wood and steel for striking
till you BURN BRIGHTER
THIS TIME.

The rare fires
that light your inner sanctum
whispered heads turning
away.

The deep silence
we plead as wordless shadows
AT YOUR MERCY.
THIS TIME.

PREPARE PYRES
wood and steel for striking
till you BURN BRIGHTER
THIS TIME.

The rare fire
consumes your putrid vestige
CLEANSE TO NOTHING
INSIDE.

SOLIDIFIED
now crushed to dust and silt to coat
YOUR WOMB.

BUT GHOUL
YOU’RE FAILING
THIS TIME.

PREPARE PYRES
sacrifice will shed and coat
YOUR WOMB.

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