I once walked upon the house of god, inside was a fog made of dust
The spiders silk all along the walls, the stale air of times neglect
And I saw a chair at the end of the hall, etched in blood I saw words
Throne it said, and no sign of life was around the house
Only the succumbing feeling of uneasiness, uncertainty
Was this the house of god, or was the just a house, merely a house
Had I found something I was never meant to find