Shrike

 stand proudly, your talons are stained
with warm scarlet fading to brown
In your perch among your prey
impaled on thorns of a dead savior's crown

do you take pride in the sight
of your victims begging for mercy?
or do you spare them the fright
and spike them-- fast, hard, dirty...

Lo and behold, the victims of the Shrike!
god doesn't exist anymore
it's so much clearer than ever before
so how does it feel, how do you feel?

good, isn't it?
you really have got to admit
a masochist in sadism's mask--suits you well
the screams--the screams! a carol of the bells...

too close, too close... convulse and devote
explosive, corrosive, spasmic-orgasmic
scream scream scream because it's all they can do
claw their skin to shreds and bury your beak in their flesh, through-and-through!

lustre and pride, so militantly feral
within you a murderous instinct held royal
embrace the blood and the power of your strike!
For your trophies scream out your name-- the shrike.