I believe
That your quintessence was conceived
In a ceremonial spawning of desires
Met at the junction of decay and empty promises met
Your utterance held me in traction
While you regaled
Scarcely removed with gentle persuasions
A percentile remnant is all that remained
Left to convulse in vain

You believe
That your quintessence was conceived
In a matrimony of satisfactory intentions
But you only ever saw your side of the narratives
An observer to superfluous desecration's
Let's blame them for your constitution
Tell them all "she is what you made of her"
Carnivorous, the repeating offender
Now seeking retribution

But here you hold no power
It is I that shall decide
The numbers that fall upon the dice

No matter how much you may think you alter the tumble
From deep within the darkest deceptions
Lie the honest platelets of whom you used to be
A haemoglobular truth so hard to digest
Turning the dice into die
Landing as the world on your chest

Feel the guilt of a thousand-year reign
Becoming what lurks below
Inflicting on others your infliction's of pain
If only for this realm to show,
The cacophonous creator, the king,
That at your end, a punishment shall ensue
A realm below yours is where you'll be residing

And that's where I'll be waiting
(And that's where I'll hate)