The Wheel Of Chaos

By Frater Mastema

My abyss of punishment profound,
Flesh and bone I ground,
Razor in my hand dices,
Peel the skin in slices.
Giving torment to bleeding flesh,
Sweet smell of vomit fresh.
Red poker gains more pain,
Screams to shrieks will tame.
Another victim brought by the horde,
Stretch the skinny neck with a cord,
Not to much now,
Learning how.
That with every death and agony pain,
Fear is a hope and a stain,
Give some freedom a little sun,
Darkness hurts what fun.
With every wheel of unfaithful man,
Torture with a divine plan,
No suffering is to long,
Faithful hand of the strong.
Lift the nail uproot,
Castrate, oh salute,
When done throw a piece,
To mad dogs that feast.
Might is the flesh,
Longing for death,
In the final breath and sigh,
Jab a needle in the eye.
With my work I conclude,
Flesh and soul I stewed,
Dinner finally here,
Yet another fear.
My work never ends,
Duty attends,
Another piss,
Yet more bliss.