My Name is Doom
My name is salvation
I am a soldier
I live for the glory of my god
We shall march
We shall fight
We shall prevail
We will make these heathens know
We are justice
We are life
We are the light
I cut down countless of their kin
I wear a uniform
Dyed red with their blood
They will be made to know
We will show them now
We are the true masters of the world
Divide and rule
We will break them
We will show them
We will teach them
We will return them to the path
The path of grace
Of my god
We beat their army
Now nothing but rats remain
We cast out their false beliefs
For our own
True and perfect
We will break the people
We will show them
We are right
They are wrong
We have saved them
From themselves
For me
And the empire of my god
We are justice
We are good
We are kind
We are salvation
Iniquity at the Village
Flames
Smoke
Ash
Blood
Suffocating darkness surrounds us
Sinking into oblivion
Lacerating my flesh
Shadows grasping at my ankles
Flames
Smoke
Ash
Blood
Whispering deprivations in my mind
Calling me back to the land beyond the light
Screams beckoning me forward through this living hell
Images of my daughters
Bodies reduced to charcoal
Flames
Smoke
Ash
Blood
The chaos within mankind
The Demon hungers for insanity
None are born free of its hold
It calls to us in the dark
It wills us forward
Pushes us toward war
Flames
Smoke
Ash
Blood
I hear arrows rain down death on those who flee
I see the glint of steel piercing flesh in the fire light
And it calls
It commands
Slaughter those who wronged you
Let the anathema of an empire feel the price paid in death
THEIR GOD MUST BURN
Flames
Smoke
Ash
Blood
I try to resist
Flames
Smoke
Ash
Blood
My rage swells
Flames
Smoke
Ash
Blood
My family, my people, my home
Flames
Smoke
Ash
Blood
Gone
Flames
Smoke
Ash
Blood
I run, but it overtakes
Flames
Smoke
Ash
Blood
The Demon always wins
Flames
Smoke
Ash
Blood
Ethereal sword
Forged of madness
Encrusted in agony
Sheathed in misery
Fueled by suffering
Flames
Smoke
Ash
Blood
With the Demon’s blade in hand, I leap at my foe
Powered by hatred
One blow
To crush his throat
Swinging the blade in a wild arc
Feeling the connection as blade meets flesh
Rending him from shoulder to hip
Flames
Smoke
Ash
Blood
More
It always wants more
It yearns for
It calls for
It hungers for
Flames
Smoke
Ash
But most of all
It lusts for
I lust for
We lust for
BLOOD
Finding a Path
Fictitious Foundations
Raised to serve my god
Believed I was a just saint
Only to find truth
Revocation of Faith
Their message of peace
Hiding the spread of killings
My servitude ends
Reinvention of Self
My sins I cast out
With steel in my hand I live
To slay my false god
Power Gained from Dark Deeds
Fueled by my rage
The Demon offers power
Strength to kill my god
Awakened by Night
Awakened by night
Home, made of light
Searching the land
Magic blade in hand
Where is the blight
Consuming what’s right
Defending the king
Our voices will sing
Charging knight
Follow that sight
We’re making a plan
We’re taking our stand
Warriors of might
Besting the fight
Hands by my side
For all those who died
Taking our wills
My blood now spills
Now we decide
Will we divide
Our brothers and sisters
Who are the resisters
Though they tried
They never took our pride
Unleashed the beast
Now it will feast
Their nation has dried
Their people have cried
For that is why
We look to the sky
Lost so many lives
But who survives
It’s not questioned
By those destined
As the hangman’s noose
From lack of use
Begins to unwind
Just like my mind
When is the day
That we need not pray
As we beg for release
To enter into peace
Heroes Forged from the Blood of Foes
A nightmare rises in the night
Standing tall to face another
The same and different all at once
Eyes locked in a silent war
All worlds watch in terror
Awaiting the moment
When the victor is decided
Blades leap from sheaths
Two warriors become pinpricks of light as they dash
Each collision of blades with the power of a supernova
Each clash so loud it wraps back around to being silent
My eyes lock onto his
My message clear
A fight for our lives
I see his stare and match it
I will not lose
I will gain revenge for my people
I know not his reasons
I know not his name
But I know I cannot lose
I will win
My quest does not end here
If I die I cannot slay my god
I watch his moves
I learn how he fights
He has no hope of beating me
I tell myself
I can win
Blade up
Here comes his blow
Spinning my sword to the left I feel the collision
Of weapon on weapon
Rolling to the right I dodge his follow up
Where is the hole in his guard
Time and time again I strike
But his guard holds
For every attack he makes
I too make one
But none prevail
I block an overhead strike with my Broadsword
Slamming my shoulder into him
I feel the spike on my Pauldron
Tear through fabric but not skin
I realize too late that his Longsword has become a Falchion
Slashing down at my neck
Finally
Hours of combat have let my blade meet flesh
But it is no lethal blow
As he leaps back
Blood streaming from the gash in his neck
He flourishes his Broadsword above his head
Its form shifting into that of a Glaive
I see his plan
With a flick of my wrist
And a glint in my eyes
My Falchion elongates into a Guandao
I will not make this easy for him
I knew it was too much to hope
That he would keep the Falchion
Now we settle into a circling dance
Interspersed with brief bouts of polearm against polearm
Hours upon hours of clashes, of jumps, of leaps
Of flight, of running, and striving
Yearning for the victory
Neither of us can gain the advantage
Ours eyes remain locked for endless hours
I search for the gap
For the moment to strike
Each assault repulsed with the flick of a wrist
Fatigue pulls me down
Every action we take now slower than before
The battle no longer supersonic
For three weeks our duel rages
For three weeks I attack to no avail
For three weeks no one can win
But now I see it in his eyes
I know my time has come
To do or die
My chance is near
I whip my Glaive around
Its form shifting into that of a Battle axe
In the instant before I feel the satisfying crunch of
Blade on bone
I feel the horrifying sensation of
Bone on blade
My axe glances off his armor
Looking down I cannot believe my eyes
The blow from his axe oozes
The black icor that has become my blood
Feels like ice on my skin
He breaks eye contact
His biggest mistake yet
He looks down
The wave like blade of my Kris
Juts from his chest like
A writhing snake emerging from a stone
Frozen in time
In a flash the snake comes alive
Repeated jabbing
It hungers for blood
Each bite brings the beast closer to the brink
Like death by a thousand bee stings
I stare in shock as more gashes appear
My chest begins to look like pumice
Slowly I feel the cold creeping in
My vision fades
The shock gripping me
How could I lose
The impossible has happened
I have failed to kill my false god
My eyes closed, I felt myself letting go
Embracing the pull of gravity
The ground fast approaching
But it never comes
My eyes shoot open
I stand in a massive glowing golden hallway
Winged figures surround me
On a throne sits a very tired-looking old man
I realize where I am
The palace of a true God
About to receive judgement
I know the answer before it comes
My soul to spend eternity mounted
Like a figure head
Upon the highest towers of this palace
My agony never ends
As I turn away from his dead body
Heading into the dark night beyond
There is a spark
Then a flame
And quickly the only light in the vile place
Is his body burning
The fire spreads
This forest will be razed by tomorrow
As I make my way through the night
One foot before the other
Then the other
And the other
And the other
And then
Nothing
I fall
There is no bottom
Cold encroaches
Shadowy talons grip me
Demonic laughter echoes around me
Suddenly I realize
The truth unveils itself to me
The Demon has what he wants
I have become his
This world I wished to protect
With this bastard’s power
I have given him the means to its destruction
Handed over my home
All on a silver platter
I have cursed myself to burn forever
My soul bound by the chains of this devil
I will be the kindling in his hellish fireplace
I can do naught to stop him
THIS IS MY ETERNITY
