Circle of Life

let it in cleanse the sin

setting free all the victims,

bound to graves full of rage

they will wait for the penance.

and the crowd crying out

for the pull of the lever,

holding fast for the crack

of a neck stopping severed.

justice sways all the same

for the throats that are guilty,

reaping seeds of their schemes

bloody hands twitching filthy.

stop the heart chambers scars

there will be no redemption,

until the stretch severs breath

and the ground gives acceptance.

dig it down hear the sound

of the dirt cut by shovels,

smell the rot of the lost

haunting thoughts full of troubles.

I will leave you with peace

as a cure for your vexings,

all my germs taste like sperm

and your guilt is expecting.