The voice of time travels rapidly;
thoughts fly through savagely
around problems and dilmmas
pausing only to sniff the roses,
but the scent isn't sweet;
dead human flesh smiles worst
than road kill,
field of dreams consist of
petrified steel, hot shells
that release souls from flesh
and delivers them to hell,
no purgatory;
no purgatory;
no redemption to a heaven that
you once heard mentioned;
sentenced to burn for the taught
lessons you refused to learn;
lost blessings because you were
knelled, you just kept sleeping
regardless of the warnings...
never took the time for the
proper mourning;
knowing your flesh was decaying and
your spirit was yearning for a forgiving
hand, but you bit every one that attempted
to feed your soul, spit in their face cause
you lost your faith
didn't believe so you chose the mark of the
beast, so my shells released your hidden
peace beneath your skin;
in the deepest depths far within the voice
of time travels blind down one way streets
and breaks; before you wake...