the invoking of the execution of worlds

we descend through the fucking burning skies to search for intel on the surface of this overtaken world for decrepit, morbid parasites, fear clouds my mind, as we touch the desolate grounds, purged of all its life, the didact himself stands upon his pedestal and with his might he pulls me forth, awakening from cryosleep i vomit forth the medication, proceeding to my throne, to oversee the devastation, upon arrival, i sensed something was wrong; the air was rotten with the stench of stagnant death, responding with force, elimination begins, slashing and stabbing their way into our bodies, tearing out our vocal chords and replacing our minds, handed over to the mind that binds, overtaken we are, proceeding to the vessel we had just arrived on, the possession; unable to be broken free, no time to figure out what is happening to me, struggling to scream, lungs itching from the strain; extreme agony, attempting to destroy the internal captor i press the blade to my throat, my body has no reaction, i remain alive, failure in motion; paralyzed, their might cannot be triumphed, now we pay the price for letting them go it alone, my body marches to the throne, actions present, mind vacant, i sit surrounded by my crew, they are twisted, contorted, their suffering; blatant, begin the exterimation, the invoking, the execution of worlds, me, a mere manipular forced to fight, forced to face the horrors of our plight, i can hear them, inside my head.their voices, me, a speck of dirt on the tree of life, a subject of the deepest known blight, i can hear them, inside my head.their voices, this world has been stripped of all its delicacies and purged of all its life, their might cannot be triumphed, execute the mandate, the invoking of the execution of worlds