Left in limbo the divine shall dwell, who
Where tossed again into this place called hell.
The eerily walk up above, who resemble
The souls that we once loved.
Carved in flesh these sins we bare,
With a burden of hope that was never there.
Thirteen trumpets sound as the black bells ring,
The cracking of whips as the bloodless sing,
To the rotting carriage that doth now appear,
Screams from the abyss as the dead cower in fear.
Stained in blood, and trimmed with black and gold
Fashioned for death to bring in the life’s of old.
The stitches swan through lips they weave, the void now
Gone as the dead now grieve.
Wronged I am a man now pleas..
A Grinning stare as death doth tease.
Fare thee well you wretched things, in hell you’ll dwell and
Live as king’s eternal life I give to you
A loving home with a prodigious view.
A cackling laughter echoes with thunderous  
Roar a glimpse into the heavens as death climbs from the
Abyss once more.
****** we souls, divine we few,
Into the fire these lives we threw..
Unlovely realm, unloving tomb
A wretched existence now filled with gloom.