04/05/2026
Black Saturday
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I am the end of breath and bone, the silence all men dread,
The conqueror of kings and slaves, no man can hold my stead,
I’ve swallowed thrones, chewed through crowns, on empires I have fed,
And now they bring this would-be King, to join the countless dead.
I watched Him bleed, I drank it in, the crowd, the cry, the fall,
The nails, the thirst, the final gasp, the beauty of it all,
The Son they loved, the Holy One, I crushed with glee and thrall,
Another name, another soul, just numbers on my wall.
They seal the stone, they set their guard, as if I need their might,
Their spears and seals amuse me still, I feast both day and night,
No man escapes my iron claim, no flesh withstands my right,
Every king will bow, every lord will fall, every day turns into night.
Yet something stirs within my depths, a tremor in my keep,
No fear have I of mortal men, no soul I fail to reap,
But this One’s death feels heavier, the darkness feels too deep,
What have I done, what is this Man, I cannot hold His sleep.
