To what abhorrence do I owe the pleasure of this gifted abyss?
To what entity wanders the dark of this land amiss, a grotesquerie who bears the mask of akin.
A bounty I've set course to obtain,
The myriad of attempts deliberately swayed,
In hopes to be rid of thee in future days.
My bounty lies in wait, through the looking glass,
A putrid existence of filth, your time has come to pass
Though you don my face, you'll feel an unnerving wrath
Caress the earth, curmudgeonly
A miser of my creation
Deliver a resilient bludgeoning
Resolve with flames ingestion

A bid farewell to the plaguing bane
By my hand, thou art slain
Guilty conscious be put to sleep
Forgive me, for I still hear you weep.