Hierarchy of the Battered

Like the elder abusing the young
Indulged by blind cruelty
Extorting for pure selfish gains
Until all the light in their eyes is extinguished

And if they aren't dead enough
You can always shoot them again
And you have to make them care first
Before you take everything away

For raping an unresisting victim
Is not quite as much fun
Torturing an unrestrained prisoner
Doesn't give quite as much of a kick

It is the ecstasy of the final breath
That truly makes men come alive
The only way is the erasure of the other
And completing the monogamy of ideas

They say machines are cruel
But this is only because their cruelty
Is a mirror of their creators
Living in agony