Stupidity and filth run deep—
No pastel shades, just tones that weep.
Paint it dark—no heaven’s near,
Hell won’t offer refuge here.

And if you find one—just a fool.
Light is fading, dim and cruel.
Bosch’s visions, once so grand,
Drown in lies at evil’s hand.

Madness reigns, the world’s decayed,
Critics? Judge yourself—too late.
Words are worthless, lost in time,
Drowned by tyrants in their grime...