Souls scream from chains, bound to blood stained alters of satanic gods,
under vast canopies of fire.
Mystic chants of ancient spells cast in foreign tongue by druids in pale
shrouds hailing to stone effigies of demonic goddesses.
Blood flowing over chrome edges of daggers like liquid rubies gliding
effortlessly over silk.
Molten lava bubbles and gushes forth from mountain crevasses like souls
escaping in a vacuum of emotion.
Morbid flames lick flesh from solitary prisoners in shackles as they lay
dormant, suspended above darkness.
Glistening Diamonds emerge eerily from mists and vortexes of passionate
heat, dripping red in splash of human blood.
Single, solitary tears of sacrificed souls metamorphosis into sapphires,
dropping into waterfalls spiked by poison.
Each scream of pain is accompanied by harmonies supplied by angels in a ring
of eternal fire.
Where pleas for release are met with blistering silence.
Blank faces immortalized in showers of flames to were the rivers of woe
clash with the oceans of eternal suffering, where the waves crash onto the
shores of broken whispers and shattered dreams.
Illusions of purity trapped behind a force field of historic pain. Justice,
the next sacrificial lamb, offered to the Gods of Hell.
Strapped and murdered on the alter of slain hope, misted eyes of demonic
expressions look down in approval from gantries and ledges carved from
bone.
Raging bodies lay motionless as pendulums swing ghostly above the life
draining away into golden goblets, cascading over emeralds, eroding to
precious sands in hourglasses.
Floating away on raging thunder clouds, emotions creating conduction for
lightning strikes that burn the very essence of this decaying sense of
humanity.
Lonely hands reach out in search of shelter, to find peace only to be burnt
on the blistering gates of hell.
Smoldering, seething skin bubbling up to volcanic eruptions of hate and
anger all lost in a cauldron of wasted darkness
 
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