ABSOLUTE

    AN ABSOLUTE, BODIES UPON BODIES COVERED IN DRIED BLOOD.
BODIES UPON BODIES LIKE A RIVERS FLOOD. ARMS AND LEGS TWISTED IN
BOUNTIFUL GORE, TORSOS MANGLED RIPPED AND TORE. FACES FADED UPON
CRUSHED HEADS DECAPITATED, WITH SOCKETS OF BLACK BY THE PACK. ALL
LOOKING INTO DEATH WHEN SOULS WERE RAIDED. DRIED SKIN ON SHEETS
OF TIN FOR THE MAKING OF A WALLET, AND UPON THE ENDEAVOR, NO MORTAL
SIN, SO HENCE THEY SEVER. JUST DOING THE GOOD FOR THE ONE,
AND SETTING THE COURSE OF HISTORY FOREVER.
    YOUNG OR OLD THEIR FILLINGS SOLD,
TO BRING THE PROFIT OF THE GOLD. YOUNG AND OLD
THE DEATHS WOULD TOLL TO HELP BRING FORTH THE MOVEMENTS COLD.
TOLD TO SHOWER BY THE MASS, THEY ONLY SMELT THE KILLING GAS.
SO THEY WOULD PILE THEMSELVES TO BREATH UNTIL THEY BREATHED
THEIR VERY LAST. THE OVENS COOKED DAY AND NIGHT PROVIDING THE
MOVEMENT WITH AN EVENING LIGHT. SO THAT THEY MAY LAUGH AND PLAY
THE GAME, AND HENCE TIME COME WHEN ASKED WHY DONE, THEY WOULD
SHIFT ALL ABSOLUTE BLAME.
    THE LINES OF FORCE HAD SET ITS COURSE
TO MARCH THE WAY OF WORLD POWER, BUT THEY COULD NOT SEE THE TEARS
OF WE, SCREAMING TO DISMANTLE THEIR TOWER.
THE TOWER DID BREAK, BUT BODIES STILL LAY IN THE MEANINGLESS
PITS OF HELL, WE HOPE LIKE NOW FOR GODS SAKE, THERE'S NOTHING LEFT
TO SELL.