Pour your sacrilegious superiority down my throat.
Watch, in guilty terror, as my entire esophagus burns.
Take pity on the consequences of your actions.
Recall your doings and mourn.

Memorize the ravenous movements of my dying body,
Obliterated under the burdens of your unexpected assassinations.
Touch my paralyzed being with your blood covered hands,
And study my skin as it begins a hell-like process of granulation

Behold the reign of your blasphemous sovereignty,
Taken over by the people ruled by injustice.
View the fires and rightful destruction
That now turn your parliament into a shapeless abyss.

Eye the bricks and bricks of expensive stones and jewels
That disguise your unholy house as a place free of devastation.
Cry as the flags of liberty and equity wave in the skies before your eyes
And the people perform their dances of victory atop the smoking desolation.

You have finally lost your game of ruthless war
And now they won’t let you walk free.
Be careful, dear, for when they avenge all those who have left brutally,
They will come for your immoral soul and they will not let you die in peace. •