Thresher

Death fingers out a putrid soul

Whose guile did smother all but goal

Where flesh presided spineless smile

Fate now cements corruptions wile

Fetid mind grasps tarnished soul

And weaves illusive plan to toll

As mortal vows salacious gain

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 hateful swarm on high

To witness free this souls decry

A horn'ed beast did strident forth

And beckoned soul to heed discourse

For worldly sin and vile intent

Again to earth this soul was sent

In woollen guise this creature hid

Depraved in mind, to gambit bid

Installed in bureau veiled from sight

Deploying heinous clue to rite

Reaping human soul and mind

Fleshing bone of monstrous kind

Conjuring trail and trial absurd

The thresher of...

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