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