Watched the whole corrupted thing go up in blasphemous flame – pained me to see it, yet deserving he was indeed
A pained damned miracle-man with a painstaking plan, to burn this timber-work-framed silhouette place to absolute smithereens
Pristinely lit match, hatched one mother-fucking haphazard aside wrongfully awry plan
And his robotically-inclined heart skipped a tremendous beat
No feat so suddenly unjustifiable
As perhaps having to witness your very own family
Burn rather gladly,
right at the detrimental stake
Forsake me not,
for all that we ever did…
Was to stand and keep forever snide-eyed aside putridly silent watch
And, now, we spend our days paying for these three wayward sins
Which he did not mean to commit
