Face of the Enmity

Armed with only a lust for vengeance, The infiltrator weaves his way through shadowed alleys The lavish dwellings that provide cover Serve also to remind him of what he lacks At the monoliths’ edge lies a clearing Beyond which stands the structure he has sought Behind the façade of marble and glass Sits the one who has orchestrated this war Though human in appearance, he is little more than beast Feeding on the grief of those all around him Thriving on the agony his construct has created Nurturing the collapse for his own delectation Already a flesh-bound god Immune to life’s cruel fates Far beyond paltry, crude defenses In silence he sits, his eyes transfixed Focused on the distant violence Elated that his work has produced such elegant chaos For this is the score he so carefully composed A symphony of primitive hatred A slow crescendo building to a deafening roar The assailant watches as his target basks In the euphoric state this hell has delivered Pure, orgasmic joy spawned by crippling agony Only reinforcing that the deed must be done But now the time has finally arrived The suffering from many will move to one As a single point of focused hatred He will collapse this pillar of sorrow No moments wasted on reluctance or regret The fates have chosen their sacrificial savior Slinking down to the cellar, far below the tainted earth He places the charges, without sympathy or qualms A swift exit, in moments to safety he flees As his hand pulls the trigger, eradicating the disease Silence cracked by deafening thunder He collapses, victorious The final cathedral falls to dust