Brick walls are blazing brimstone
And the ashen air is burning the lungs
The purifier has returned;
prepared with guns.
Where tormentors prosper
Girls and boys—the tailors of torture

Untruthfully righteous young
Celebrities of a privileged tongue
Bow the resounding bullet
Taken from the father's closet
Stomp the sprouts—prevent the forest
The hunter of the most cherished

King hell spawn gasping for air
Pistol pressed to the forehead
"Do not sulk but rejoice instead."
Giblets and gasoline—So, it’s finished
The duality of the most perished

The purifier declares the deed to be done
And self-immolates in the heart of inferno;

Equally as horrid as home.