Like a sickly sweet smell from the depths of hell; your vision in my mind implores me, to fashion a death so vile and base, no mercy or peace can find thee. A villanous state my thoughts in dwell; enraged by your indignant apathy. How well you disquise your selfish intent, while the stench of your truth proves brashly. The blatent deceit in which you repeat, those ghastly yet savvy deeds; ignite me to smite thee, though no perilous warning impedes. Onward in lashing! Pure rage in the bashing! Your terror reign, incomplete! Cut down from your thrown and left all alone, to lie bleeding and wrought with defeat.