Nocturne disturbed.
Moonlight emerged on a cloudless night.
Initiates arrived for a ghastly rite.
Telling signs of pain on his colorless face
Ablate the taboo skin from the secret place
Erase the mark of sin in the liminal phase
Deface the temple-whole, the skin they erase.
Maidens preserved?
They are subject to vile servitude.
Young lady served on her naming day.
A sign of pain, and all is profane
Amalgam, a whole, an alloy insane
Revile, Defile, and push it away
Adjust the inner coal the fire inflamed.
A king.
A sultan of eternal destruction..
A monarch of unbridled corruption.
He takes from them that which cannot be given
To breathe death into a life worth living
Which makes them feel naked and truly ashamed
In the worst way, he flays them, their pain pre-ordained.
Tear burn.
Drop down to your tender disruption.
The pain comes in bursts, in eruptions.
A celebration of a timeless rite
That angers all who incur its plight
Which makes the race so devastated
A wonder if it was ever debated.
The world of pain.
It answers only to those that feel.
A scar mark that cannot be appealed.
It breaks down the barrier of dignity
In its constant state of untainted iniquity
It simmers in fluids that bled on the ground
Debasement, derangement, unchained it compounds.
