The Decimator

I am the one whose footfalls

Tremble the hearts of the weak

When the thunder of my calls

Foretell futures bleak

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Destruction is my armament

And their loud weeping is my helm

Each person afraid of my breath

The bauble I carry is death

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I am the quiet vengeance of the night

The resultant of so much prior blight

That believed only in its might as right

But now I am it’s malformed creation

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Set to drown this hubris in it’s own birth

Make sure their bodies return to the earth

Set to write no epitaph of known names

Set to make known their utter shame and blame

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You took from me that which was all I had

You took from me that which made me so glad

You took from me that which kept me not mad

You took from me that which kept me not bad

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Was only one twinkle that kept my rage

And now she is gone forever

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I once knew only of decimation

How to bring forth heavy lamentation

But with her eyes she laid incantation

And saved me from sheer damnation

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How could I harm her fair heavenly face

How could I destroy her innocent grace

But her ward is no longer in its place

So I summon forth my deathly mace

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The time for decimation is now