Do not d
r
i
p tears and blood
from a M
a
s
s
a
c
r
e that does not end.
Stab through the E
y
e and pull out
Die.
Place your f
r
a
g
i
l
e hand before me,
you shall s
e
e what is truly
written.
Leave the p
i
e
r
c
i
n
g taunts;
soon w
i
c
k
e
d
n
e
s shall rot.
A journey now tremendous
from water and land,
the sky and the grass,
the ocean and the sand,
and bathe upon yourself
for there is no one else.