You took the last thing I had left,
while preparing your death.

You stole the crops I planted, like Cain,
because you were unable to grow anything with your grain.

When you were caught in betrayal,
you attempted to flee and set sail.

While my anger builds within,
I see you drowning in your sin.

I want to bury my pain in your bloodstains

Your life is in my hands,
I am ready to spread your ashes like the desert sand.

Your life is in my hands,
just as the destruction of mine was in your plans.

Taking your life is a sin,
but so was fucking with my kin.

Nothing will stop me from watching your eyes grow dim.

You thought you were smart enough to conceal my kin,
but now I stand at your front door, ready to torture and kill those within.

I will not feel cold this Iowa winter,
as pieces of my family tree sit at my fireplace’s center.

As I write by the light of my cabin’s fire,
I will burn the tongues I cut out from the mouths of every liar.

Your life is in my hands,
I am ready to spread your ashes like the desert sand.

Your life is in my hands,
just as the destruction of mine was in your plans.

Taking your life is a sin,
but so was fucking with my kin.

Nothing will stop me from watching your eyes grow dim.

I lust over having your ashes on my shelf,
but I know you are slowly killing yourself.

If it wasn’t for my faith in Christ,
I would gut you with a rusty knife for destroying my children’s lives.

I sit here trying to forgive your spiritual blockchain,
while I enjoy watching you drown in your pain.

I quietly smile as you sit and laugh
because I know only my faith keeps this reality from coming to pass.

When crows consume your flesh,
God will determine which eternity comes next.

Your life is in my hands,
I am ready to spread your ashes like the desert sand.

Your life is in my hands,
just as the destruction of mine was in your plans.

Taking your life is a sin,
but so was fucking with my kin.

Nothing will stop me from watching your eyes grow dim.