When he was young

Glowing criminiminal

And you don't stop past the horrors grown casual

His inhuman decades moaned for clemency

Slate-dusted lips they broke

"Give my life back to me."

He had made himself into a kinder man but he could neither fabricate nor feign remorse

The only antidote for the poison set to sting his blood

In the hands of a Barbarian, Destroyer

The Beast said no and so a little after midnight he was stopped forever with no style, no dignity

All he had ever been gone slack and quiet now

Gave him rendition to hands over eyes & mouth forever