I simply don't believe in disinterested torturers...
'Enhanced'
I have come to drink cool sweet secrets from the long day's
drenches; I raced here pad-footed along crooked ways,
silently thirsting, swifter than darkness, and when
I stopped I had to bare my yellow razored grin,
to see you, my sweets, all frozen aghast
and delectable, on the altars made fast.
Through grit teeth, speak to me now,
yes you will... you will tell me how,
when, what, where, why and who,
and wherefore, if I want you to.
Breaking you is my sole task,
you'll answer aught I care to ask,
and I think you cannot think it odd
if I mock your manhood and your God,
for neither has any say in this. I have power
most absolute, dark and sweet, and in this hour
you will know a taste of eternity, and cry to heaven
from out of hell, but no one will hear. You are mice, not men.
B.T. Murtagh
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