'Hardy har', laughs the god,
Rushing judgement from afar.
"Only right, is right by me.'
Kills the damned to watch them bleed.
Virtues ruptured; marked abides,
Do make them fight for homicide.
For life is nil until the doom
But death by own shan't make him swoon.
"Your blasted brother to fire he'll go,
For plowing in your heart so slow,
Though blessed thee, your place now safe-
Alas he was slaughtered, cleansing his slate!
But the one, the last of the cycle,
Must pay the dues of his murdering rivals.
His only death is to break the mirror
And hell he'll go for that desire."
Now they smile, the sinners do,
As they look down on the payer's due;
"A heart so warm and soft like dough,
Brother, so sad you must stay below.
If only you had damned before
You were the last, the ultimate cure."