This Satanic landscape blows heavy
with Satan's breath -
trees bow there heads as if in homage
to their master and lord
As the mist draws in across the land
one can feel the eeriness of this place
evil oozes out of every pour - And
my heartbeat is nothing more than a silent shell
My breath is constantly overpowering me with images...
that blight my soul into damnation
for Christ sake, where am I, where are you?
what is this place that I'm becalmed to -
I walk in a place where shadows are vacant
innocence is nothing more but a word from the past
trying to pray seems inconceivable and impossible - As
my mind is blocked with visions of the inner depths of Hell
Now I feel there is no escape no redemption - No
going back to that light I once come from -
but sooner than suffer the fate of a tormented soul
I shall do the inevitable and deliver my soul unto God
B...
Rewritten 28 March 2015
Copywriter B.R.Walker
UK
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