the bastard pulverized into oblivion
he roars as he is torn apart
his flesh sizzles then rots
vanishes disastrous soul shrieks
as it is impaled viciously
heart smashed relentlessly
hot needles pierce the eyes last
he wishes death not knowing
bastards like him never die
instead cursed and punished
to roam in the soulless void
left alone hoping to be struck
with madness to be able
for just a brief moment to forget
the love he once demolished
Stream of happymess 