Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

Dread

He knows I'm here
Waiting
Patiently biding my time
Waiting
For the moment to come
a moment only we two shall share
the impact
lead meets head
in a cataclysmic display of explosive gore
He feels my vengeance
Waiting

The wrongs, his crimes
Belong to me
Dissolved into my essence
Waiting
For purgation

The searing heat of molten fate
Like the scratch of a dull knife
Embedded deeply
and what was once a man
evolves into a carcass

He prays I'll never find him
Never find a chance to score
But God abandoned this sinner
To me
Fixing him in my path
Readied to deliver
His ugly soul
to Hell

Malinov

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