In emotionless culling his duty,
In oblation the reaped are sent,
A precedent set for the masses,
in repentance to have them bent.
The avenger casts a spell without voice,
His gaze bringing life to a standstill,
His touch bringing balance by villainous measure,
The egotistical foots the long due bill
As the illusion of invulnerability fades,
bringing the monarch and commoner under foot,
He leaves nations crippled in his vengeful wake,
into the incorrigible fear to put
To the insufferable he brings disillusionment,
His judgement passed by every wicked breath,
Neither monarchs nor paupers dare touch him,
Behold, the very concept of death
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