Adro Onzi from 11 Days by Spectral Lore

I am standing on a rope
Atop a perched peak
Between the living and the dead

I can see the bodies of my people
A thousand leagues into the depths

Above and Below
A temple of flesh
Scraped upon rusted metal

My weapon is a tightened grip
My shield is scorching pain
Visions of justice...
Visions of revenge.

They talk to me
With ravenous whispers
They form out of water
Venomous fangs, abyssal jaws

Who am I to ask for a different fate
To turn down the abode of the wretched
Protect me or kill me, spirit
I'm not looking back

I know you, you reign at the deepest point
You sleep a sleep of ages
You call to me so I can finally rest my limbs
You speak again "sacrifice"

I have taken from you nothing
I owe to you nothing
You will not have neither me
Nor my children

Neither the living or the dead
Are able to stop me

I will face you
I will Kill a God

May the ripples of my wrath
Go as far as to drown
the cities

All the scornful smiles
And the putrid fears

Their clean white dreams
Their fortresses build on science and culture
Yet forever
Soulless

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