Face the cold reality. Slow and with formality I’m obsessively

stabbing you. The blood is drowning you as you gargle and you spew.

Bodily fluids fill your lungs. This is the end of you. Your

consciousness slips away leaving your cunt to me. The lacerations

haemorrhage on me. I will now disembowel every organ to see. My

indulgence; the bloodlust in me: ‘The Enslaver’, ‘The Engraver’. To

the creek bed that marks your resting place. Bring my image to the

void. Remember my face when you see God. The cinder block tied to your

foot drags you straight down to the bottom. Gracefully your body

dances; the murky water sways the flesh exposed. I exist to rid the

world of throbbing cysts. I drain the pus embedded in society. With

their disposal I silence them and have my taste. A balanced order:

Extinction of the human waste. Decapitation fornication; this is the

fate for abominations. Decapitation fornication. I am a servant of the

earth.