Laid to waist, the vast reaches, across this land,
Cosmic suicide, now reaches, primal man.
The catacombs brimming full, with their bones,
Watch out, don't be caught, in the dark alone.
Down deep in the never lands, the burning cold,
It burns the flesh, to the bones, if your to bold.
Find that place, your soul to save, now lock and hide,
Some savage place, where your mind, will not abide.
Sulfur fumes now reach out, for your noise and eyes,
Forcing out their tears, to lay barren, and die.
Eyes blinded, and seared, to the devil's delight,
Pray just to pass threw, it's a on going fight.
A waist land, created, at the end of time,
Tortures created, straight out of my mind.
One has to wonder, is it the devil in me,
or is it his way, of letting me be?
Janury 1st, 2012