30 Seconds in the Killhouse

Utter hatred
An old-time hatred
Of this hatred
We are kin
Because some people are only good for bullets
Let’s talk about your future
Simply stated, you don’t have one
Let it all end without sweetness
Without the thoughtfulness of suicide
It’s time to remove you from the world
30 seconds in the killhouse aught to do
Nudity offends me, blood is better
Complete with holes from an MG42
The trick is in the brutality
It’s all in how hard you play
I’m looking forward to a quiet hanging
At the end of a long, long day
And then falling asleep
To the soft drip of a slit throat
The angel of conscience
Has been displaced
By butchery’s muse
Who is fairest of face
Don’t you wish I were sorry?
I love how your eyes abhor me
Let us indulge the art of wrath
Obey the laws of excess