My gut spirals swiftly downwards the twilight zone a throne of skin and bone speaks "Thine sin you must atone." Sat down, below red skies above my head, familiars reflection shines in eyes of thousand flies perched atop rotten meat. I rip my heart out and eat it too. Ignites a fuel deep inside the hollow depths of this mind. A darkness rose, roamed long ago here speaks to me now: "Fear not what is to come, sacrifice the living, **** the young, burn their lungs, eat their tongues an-" "What madness is this?" aksed my image the ghastly apparition "This plane is not unnatural, tis' only a future you invision..."