Scourge of god

I awoke knowing you should no longer be
Your soul was ripe for the ripping
I speak these final words to you
You're bound, so i can set you free
I am a murderer for truth
Shepard of the meek
For this land of wolves

Redeemer

Your child is gone
Your spouse is dead
These killings were not in vain
But steps to set you free

You're bound, so you can see
I am a murderer for truth
Shepard of the meek
For this land of wolfs

One slaughtered lamb will save the flock
From certain contamination
Your existence is a malignant growth
Which had to be cut

The path to you was winding and narrow
In order for us to meet
But well worth the fruit
I do enjoy my work

With one slice
From end to end
In one motion

Piles of appendages
Heads were nowhere in sight,
Eyes in a small bag
Fingers and toes burnt to a crisp
The bodies lay in plastic
Without a drop of blood
All fluids drained
In the family tub

These were the last seconds of your life
I am the messenger for the chosen
Shepard of the meek
In this land of wolves