Lions' Den

Welcome to my hunger games

I built a pillar with deformed faces
Over against his city gate
I flayed all the insurgent chief men
So that mothers mourn
For their children
I covered the pillar with their skins

I roasted their Intestines for Pigs
Some I walled up within the pillar
And with his milled bones
I towed the cellar
From others I cut off their noses
Their eyes and ears
I jabbed their hearts with three spears

I made one pillar of the living
And another of heads
All the sadistic gods celebrated
War is what we preach

I bound their heads to trunks
Sorry loggers, I couldn’t shun it
I burned in the fire
The maidens' lewd relic
Twenty men I captured alive
And I immured them in his palace

The rest of men
The last and the first
I consumed with thirst
In the desert of the Euphrates
I spread their corpses
Around their gates

Kingdoms and beasts
Impaled upon the pillar on stakes
Severed limbs eaten by priests
Before they rest in the grave

Death sworn by the priest of war
Blood and wealth looters
I brought men
With hooks on their nose and lips
Taken as captives

I am the fearsome hunter
Seeking the Shamash-shum-ukin’s soldiers
Then your God’s seers
Open the book of saints
Nineveh’s aflame

Who can stand?
From some I cut off their hands
And their fingers
I gave their throats to my singers

Destructor or martyr
Destructors march
Destroy man

Destructor or martyr
Destructors march
Destroy men

Destructor or martyr
Destructors combat
Slaughtering men

Destructor or martyr
Destructor combat
Slaving men

There was no further distinction
Between the living and the dead
All covered under my compassion
Chosen for a profane blessing

Destructor or martyr
Attacking the Earth
Destroy man

Destructor or martyr
Attacking the Earth
Destroying men