You took the last thing I had left,
while preparing your own 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 mouth 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 life.

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