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Angel’s acolyte I am become

Turner of Her wheel:

The Breaking Wheel

Killer of those who have killed

And will kill no more

Nor sin no more

Tie them down

Apply that pressure

Bring to sinners

Her crunching pleasure

Around the bodies turn

Pain will burn forever

Cogs and gears

They spin at leisure

King’s justice done

Mechanics of his vengeful treasure

Make this pain

Life’s final measure

I am revolving

All assailing

You, I’m turning:

Execution!

Your soul I’m churning

All bones eroding

Castigator!

Levy the Angel’s due

Grinding through bone and sinew

Explore you to the core:

I am myself no more

Eat: I’m grinding meat

Probing: Pride unrobing

How come you aren’t succumbing

To the Wheel?

I am chained

My heart is pained

I am reigned

The Breaking Wheel:

Oh, bitter source of my sorrow

Why must I do Your bidding?

Why this ripping?

For you are my human shearer

Your own life, not much dearer

As Wheel, I do sunder

Rip apart

Tear asunder

Shearing

Shredding

Remolding

You

Round and round, Angel breaks me

My bitter soul now sundered