Truth two. Cruelty - the application of pain - is the method by which
one weeds outthe weak and feeble-minded from the population.



Place your body on the rack
cause you scream in pain
prick your skin, and press your eyes
every breath your bane

Scream you out for mercy
though I give you none
weakened by my warm embrace
much more afore I'm done

Pious blood stain my hands
your words on cold heart fall
press your pain much deeper
until you scream your all

Where stands your peace now
What good your mercy shown
What use your prayers in darkness
When no pain you've ever known?

Now I am your saviour
and you pray to me instead
cold slick blade against your neck
but I leave you still not dead

Break you down, in bone and flesh
till your tears run dry
voice no more than whispered shout
now perfect to mine eye

Your god, he cannot hear you
she does not care your screams
My Gods await your soul now
as I shatter all your dreams

Stretch you out on wooden rack
laugh as you call me beast
slice the ribbons of your flesh
then still my hand and cease

watch you, loving thoughts have I
as your body fails
as your eyes see darkness
your mouth does cease its wails

Close the eyes I bought to tear
and undo the straps of pain
place away my sharpened knives
till their needed once again

To my Lords I send you
your weakness is your fall
and now you'll never answer
your God and Justice call

Maybe they will mourn you
and miss your whimper smile
cry their tears of weakness
the Truths are their denial

Your weakness have I taken
thrice damned before were you
but as your body broken
perhaps your spirit grew

And now I hunt your children
and the softness you have bred
until all of the weakness
before my knives have fled.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Valnuary, in the year 524 AF.