Schismatic - Abnormality

I would love nothing more than to savor

The sweet stench of your decomposing soma

Subsidized and occupied by the

Worms and swarms that feed on your failure

Aftermath of consequence

Conquered by your own regret

One last thing to do

Before this is my accomplishment

I bring the end of your rule

With bloody requisite

The death of tyrants

At the hands of the schismatic

At first you plead for mercy

Then you beg for death

Terror until this moment

Despised until your last breath

The rage, the wrath, the terror

Simply monolithic and unmeasured

Inflicted with pure intensity

And without any sense of mercy

Until I was alone, knee deep in blood

Removed from myself, swept with the flood

To see you laid to rest

In a grave manifest

With your eulogy written in your own blood

And this stink reeks of this vengeance