Contraptions of torture

The absence of relation
And connection says to me
Its pointlessness beyond ones truth
Its rootless actually
To have no concern for others
To relinquish arbitrary
And compassion for another
A wild soul living free

Or as in this case
Not the intended
Somebody else’s dog
Subjected to this archaic
Evil
Hidden by a log
What was a vile contraption
Designed to trap and kill
To mutilate
And to contemplate
Such evil at your will

A mechanism set to test
Another earthlings brawn
To break into its enquiring mind
With such hatred and such scorn
In this case a loyal member
Will lose its leg today
Tortured in such agony
And has so been made to pay

That price was far beyond
Its true ability to pay
Every kind of
Agony
Was felt
Along the way
In a karmic sense
you too will face
Anubis now head on
He will be gunning for you
Nd When its your time
You will be gone

Missing in the forest
A mystery of sorts
Thats when you just may recall
What is now in all our thoughts
Psychopathy is undoubtedly
Eating you away
It is happening inside of you
More stages of decay

Your mind is already
Languishing
In a kind of acid bath
Its that you are feeling nothing
Which is evidence of the wrath
Of the assorted victims
Who were cut down where they sat
By the so respected trapper man
Who knew where he was at