Through the tunnel of light, we arrive to cleanse thee.
To absolve you of your sins, your misgivings, your mistakes;
Not through the word of a prayer or the wave of a hand,
But through the fire that we will rain upon thee.

We know no kind words, no friendly gestures,
For we abide by no god or code.
You are only assured of two things:
The unwavering premise of your death;
And the litanies of hate we will utter over your lifeless corpse.