fourteen pieces

you tore me into fourteen goddamn pieces

and for what, set?

a throne? a crown? a title?

how’s it feel to bite when you got rotten teeth?

you killed me

you let my wife find me; she hid me

did you pretend not to know?

did you hide while she tucked me into those reeds,

like a coward?

she could kill you easy, you know. 

i wonder what you used

a cleave, an axe

or did you rend me limb from limb with your bare hands?

i wonder what that feels like

not being torn apart; nah, i know what you did to me. felt all of it.

i wanna know what it feels like to rip the flesh from the bones of my very own brother

chop him up into fourteen little pieces

maybe tear your jaw from your face, that ugly, long-snout mug

split your arms at elbow and wrist,

your legs at the hips, then knees, then ankles,

then your head

ain’t that fourteen pieces?

you’re war, storms, chaos, yeah?

lemme bring that back ‘round to you

i remember you said, once,

“oh, brother, you will never amount to anything. you might be old, but you ain’t wise.”

i’m alive, for one, which is what you won’t be by the end of this

you know, set, the best thing about being reborn over and over again,

is that i can kill you

over

and over

again.

i see god in all of man,

but i see no such god in you

i don't know what you were ever scared of,

to kill me like that,

but believe me

i am worse

your heart is heavy

i cannot wait to watch it burn,

and feed those cold, charred ashes to ammit

freak of nature, just like you

but at least she’s useful