Corrupt Savior

I saved everyone, sure.

I rescued the human race.

No, the screams are saying I didn't.

But I am praised as a savior, as a hero.

The disease called human.

It is erased from this world.

No more evil present to destroy.

The deed is done, no matter how painful it was.

Looking back at my love.

I grin, knowing what was done.

Throwing the match back, burning the dead.

I walk through town, smelling the sweet scent of burnt flesh.

Why am I so happy?

Maybe because Earth is cleansed.

I have murdered an entire race.

They trusted a false god, truly corrupt savior.