The Impaler

He called himself the son of the dragon,

and mate of the devil,download (6)

men women, old and young,

anyone alive he would kill.

He chopped off heads to amuse himself,

burnt people alive,

in front of his cruel orders,

no law could survive

.Losing his kin at birth,

he grew devoid of emotions,

no saint was there to preach,

no friends for conversations.

‘skin, boil, decapitated and blind,

filled his life’s dictionary,

driving stakes through people

,he called himself revolutionary.

‘skin them, roast them, burn them,

have them all impaled, he said

it fuels in my appetite

,my soul feels regaled.’

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