Burnt and headless inside the dead present of the concentration camp. Like waiting on a promise for too long in the oven tomb of an empty water truck. The future watches with hatred. Guards mendaciously defend themselves with the gravity of a rudderless two thousand pounds. Crushes the bones of children to make manna.

Goliath watches from Golgatha at his Amalek. Laughs like depraved denizens. Believes Nat Turner to be exactly the same as the Third Reich. Aims to make the genocide appropriate. Sharpshoot little knees if not heads. Knows fully no anaesthetic will touch the act of amputations. Wants them to suffer for the glory of his hollow vengeance.