Rot through the skin. Deep within is where they cut and scythe
Bleed them out. They spill about. One by one they end a life
Hacking, they butchered them malevolently. Extirpate. Annihilate
Bring forth unholy

Amputation is done by singularity
The fixation on the cold body enlightens me
Draining blood. I cut. I splice. I slash. I dice the skin
Untouched. They pray I stop, but I start to begin