Their fates have been set

Their bodies and arms are wrapped in chains.

Their faces are marked with signs of pain.

And I notice some have gone insane.

Their blood leaks through their now-stained cloth.

Which has been eaten down by moths.

They groan and moan when they touch the light.

And maggots feast on their wounds at night.

The dirt now mixes with the open flesh.

Upon their bodies, now beaded with sweat.

They drool saliva from their open mouths.

And wish to have themselves be drowned.

Drowned under the darkness of their deaths.

But it seems their fates now have been set.

Their arms are locked in iron clasps.

That are attached to round stone slabs.

The spectators watch, some smile and laugh.

But children cling onto their dads.

And one by one their bodies are marked.

With every hit, the dogs will bark.

The men and women scream in my head.

Their bodies chastised.

Their children dead.

The whips tear through the skin in chunks.

Their bodies weakening; their bodies sunk.

The crimson blood now mark the floors.

They lay in pools, or mark their doors.

And I regret those darkened days.

Where they were buried in astray.

Upon their own grief and dismay.

Where they were hung and chopped in fours.

The pieces now thrown overboard.

They broke the bones of innocent men.

The next day, they were found dead.

Their children swung to a wall by their heads.

Their bodies also found without a head.

A pregnant mother; her womb cut open.

The fetus burned on a roasted oven.

The animals raped, their necks now broken.

They lay in crimson out in the open.

Their bodies marked with dirt and grime.

The flesh now rotting in the sun for a time.

The minds of the corrupt now gone insane.

From all the sight and their dismay.

And in the end, their bodies ooze.

With puss and slime leaking from their wounds.

The tainted lick the slime away.

They find the bodies to be a treasure.

And laugh when their center is experiencing pleasure.

With screws, they take and tear out the eyes.

Then they are found to be tried.

They open their skulls to take out their brain.

Then smash, then chop, and smash away.

They play with their organs, and eat them as well.

They hide, and in the darkness they dwell.

First they were lost, now they are found.

They are taken away, and beaten a day.

Before they leave, they say a phrase:

"Their bodies served me pleasure for days."

Then they come out with iron clasps.

The clasps connected to the chains.

Their bodies and arms are wrapped in chains.

Their faces are marked with signs of pain.

And I notice some have gone insane.

Their blood leaks through their now-stained cloth.

Which has been eaten down by moths.

They groan and moan when they touch the light.

And maggots feast on their wounds at night.

The dirt now mixes with the open flesh.

Upon their bodies, now beaded with sweat.

They drool saliva from their open mouths.

And wish to have themselves be drowned.

Drowned under the darkness of their deaths.

But it seems their fates now have been set...