Dispatch

Death fingers out a putrid soul

Whose guile did smother all but goal

Where once flesh governed spineless smile

Fate now cements corruptions wile

Fetid mind, grasps tarnished soul

And weaves illusive plan to toll

Mortal wills, salacious gain

As verdicts poise, to judgements shame

Thunder crashes blackened skies

Soul, astride the teller of demise

Away from earths familiar soil

To strange dominions endless toil

Excuses well in frozen eyes

Sealed lips hush quiet to history's lies

A thousand abhorrent swarm on high

To witness free, this souls decry

A horned beast did strident forth

And beckon soul to heed discourse

Through wall of flame he boomed

In voice fair lax

"Damnations fixed for those who evade tax!"

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