*hastily written by moonlight in a feverish post dream state, strong, driving emotions and smells; heavy stuff*
Fuelled by the fallen tears of murderers
Convicted inside cold rooms without control
Of temperature, new ways of removal come
To light, underground, hands, feet, cut off.
On blaze the bodies beneath the manmade stone,
All sizes, those unseen differences markers
Of how terrible the crimes to make them were;
And I told him that these are no children,
Let loose the energy, burn the apathy from all.
Dire moonlight dares’t not shine down upon
These proceedings, the acrid steam rising,
Bubbles at hyper acidic burn, hydrochloride
Remedies formulated, applicable as we wish,
As anodyne, demon terror, or destroyer of flesh.