Revelation of the Enigmatic Schismatic

Desires so brandished backfire power grows
While her requested presence stands unborn
With all invested essence fed and shorn
Still my sequestered pleasure mourns a rose

I soothe a man whose cancer led to throes
He hears no sneer and snares no glare to warn
We never measure losing up the thorn
One feels revered with fear revealed through woes

Emerging random mercies surface God
Mankind defies the tide in current shock
Though I prefer to tread in bubbly foam

Berserker hammer slamming serves their squad
The crosshairs grace those lost where waste is stock
While our incurred undead lift doubly home