Thread: Strike of Blood

Warning Do Not Read If You Are In Any Way Squemish!!!


I wash my hands
And wash my face
In hope that the blood
I've spilled will race away

But, the more I wash
The more that come
And the more that I
Have to slaughter

The blood I feel
None of it is mine
And none shall ever be mine
For I am too strong

I have murdered my wife
I have butchered my childeren
I have stained my life
I have bloodied my grave

The lives I have taken
Are high in number
And the more I slay
The deeper I fall

These are no longer
The minions of hell
All I dispatch now
Are the angels of heaven

Soon I fear
That even they will stop
And the final blood
In the end will be mine

For not even the devil
Wants my soul
For he knows
He would perish against me

Now I know
As the angel I now slay
Says, "God's next"
I feel adrenaline.

Now you fool
Come to your death
As my blade shall taste
The blood it's craved

As I see
The divine figure.
I smirk.
As my hand twitches.

God is dead.
There is no more
I am supreme
The supreme ruler of gore.