1. I AM ABSOLVED

Crushed accursors line my path.
I will dominate.

They will breathe the gift of life, just to see it fade.
Through this pain will come joy.

I am absolved.
I will rise enthroned.

These ashes we praise,
Through endured disdain.
A self exactment;
Cathartic pogrom.

Soon this will repeat.
Soon you will be next.