Shaking Hands

You are not a god
You are not a savior
A pound of flesh and rotting bone
Shaking hands and no control
Bodies filling empty beds
Half alive but mostly dead

You are not a god
You are not a savior

Blood covered hands
Tear through life
Silence
bears witness
To these atrocities
Grin and bear your teeth
Acid tongue
Writes beneath
Lashing with malice
Fangs gnash at the flesh
Rending and tearing
Tear through the husk
Claw above claw
Rending bones into dust