The Architect of Extinction

I am, the despoiler, I am, the abomination bow before me at the altar of carnage and pray for a quick death. I held my hands out, father hear my pleas. Ignored and left to die, I'll bite the hand that feeds my appetite, Consumed with spite I'll claim

Reformation a new disguise To rule my congregation Devastation, I am despised By fickle populations Impose my will upon the meek Their desperation makes them weak I'll hang their corpses with no mourning Rot forever as a warning All who would dare en