The Torturer of Deeds

The Torturer of Deeds


From the depths of Purgatory
Stands a giant of a man
Bound with whips made of chain
He’s forced to carry out the plan

Hands of long thick callous
Legs like the mightiest of trees
He meters out the punishment
Regardless of their pleas

Throughout the many levels
Of brimstone burning with fire
He unwillingly tortures the masses
Flogging from them all desire

His charge is to lead the Morji
The minions of the dark lord
With any ways and means
Be it dagger or sword

From the eternal pits of hell
He bellows his orders to them all
Never heeding for any mercy
No matter if they fall

His sorrow never shows
Despite the pain he bleeds
Inflicting the gruesome torture
Is the Torturer of Deeds

Roaming the darkened halls
With the hellish minions in tow
He breaks the will of the undead
Without any pittance to show

Beads of sweat fall from his back
In a timeless wave of destruction
To cleanse the souls of the unpure
Is the dark lord’s only instruction

Dying slowly from inside
But bound by a magic unknown
He’s forced to live eternally
His release only by a key of bone

A prophecy was written
By the ancient of his clan
To this he holds a ray of hope
As the many eons span

Shackled by his wrists and neck
Longing for his release
An apocalyptic dream
To make his penance cease

And as every dreadful soul
Is beaten for there desires and needs
They look upon the saddened eyes
Of the Torturer of Deeds