Wrathwraith

Some fucker died today 

came back
in eldritch robes,
enflamed and sword
and shit

to go meet 
every one in person 
who wronged 
that 
punk 

that git
made every thing
legit!

Unscored all fouls unchalked
the board, and that 

is why 
we sing
this song: 
oh "In your name,"

some bells have roared, 
your bull shit flesh less 
endless self, some how
you ghost, 

you settled scores 
with every one all 
through your life.  

but those who'd done 
you wrong 

were somehow rectified. 
By you. 

That's why. 
We toast.

We'd like it even, then.

Of all we gloat, we brag, we boast 

we wish this world 

were like you some how made
it
heaving, wracked ruined and blasted 
just 

O just! Like 

we'd be then.