The Saw

Eye for an eye. Cold blood on the ground is my chosen reprisal. Flowing red washes away. These sins are not defined by God. My retaliation. The teeth of the saw like a row of rusty nails. The backside of a sword cuts both ways. Without fear defy the wrath of fire. With absence of pain greet the flame of ice. Stand against the gale, relentless and dire. With absence of grief meet the rising tide. Cut for a scar. Broken bone for a tombstone. I'm the blade of vengeance. River runs red and washes away. These crimes are not defined by laws. Without fear defy the wrath of fire. With absence of pain greet the flame of ice. Stand against the gale, relentless and dire. With absence of grief meet the rising tide.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Nov 10, 2025