Resurrected with Glowing Eyes

It was born of a man’s imperfections And lies A seed of wrath, planted in the ground Of course, they seek to atone When it germinates When it’s too late Before the glowing eyes Feeding on revenge And revenge can be justice Death is no boundary So it succeeds Dragging them back into soil From where it came To be submerged, left to rot Now bask in justice It’s six feet down With claw marks Like ticks on the soul Counting horrible things done On a thundering night There’s plenty of time to think Think forever In the grave, in the dirt While the eyes watch