Let Him Rot

*Let Him Rot*
*written 12 January 2024*

I've never been one to curse names
In the will of holy retribution
But I can't help the rage seething
To his cursed names contribution

Pick yourself up off the weeping floor
I'll stitch up the scars and soak up the blood
Let him walk out that door
As he drags his already dirty name through the mud

Those tears might be only salt water
But his rewards are wrought with flames
As we will avenge ourselves and our daughters
As this world will rid itself of another narcassist untamed

So release the hellhounds hot on his heel
For dear you are not the one to be disamayed
He is the one who shall with his action must deal
As he believes in the power of what is manmade.

There's no need to be so gentle
pick yourself up and dust off the pain
Let the chaos of it all settle
As you stand as witnessed to how he has set his own house aflame.

Let the monsters hunt him
Cut him down in all his self-praise
It is not your conundrum
To feed a pig not meant to graize.

He will tear down the doors of his own disillusion
As no cries or begging will recompense
For all his filth ridden pollution
As he pays his dues for his denied offense

Let them bite down on his flesh
And rip him apart as he had so many
As you wish him the best
Two eyes,  two pennies

One so misguided in the art of misfortune
Will only know know peace ten feet down once in their coffin
So bless his precious heart and let him be on his way
As one so selfless in their misdeeds better off to nobody's dismay.

So give him his freight
And let the hellhounds catch up
Because all his short falling despite
In the ground one day alone he will rot.