Hell is bound with screams of sound,
And torture of the soul,
Your flesh will melt, your blood will pour,
Your eternal sinful toll.
Upon the grasp of satin’s claws,
Will rip apart your flesh till raw,
And break your every bone,
Your pain will run throughout your mind,
And chains will be your home.
Alas he'll weep, his tears will reap.
And death will never come.
For every day, the night in black,
Will give you suffrage from,
The life you lead, within your stead,
Nor good nor evil comes.
The crying tears of angels eyes,
Won’t save you from where hell abides,
And fire to burn your wants and pride.
Will never douse the burning flames,
An afterlife of evil lies.
Look at red, the red hot fire,
That churn your essence true,
For if u feel all the pain,
Deliverance here does strew.
All the death and decay will smell like shit on fire too,
Your skin will melt, your eyes will die,
Your torment always dire.
His demons will at last to chain,
Your temple in the Myer,
The blood that pours from your form,
Fuck the torment, fuck the hell,
He’ll laugh until you scream,
Then upon your begging breath,
Your end is now but deemed.
Except upon the very end when you will fall to death,
The devils will with his power, will give you one more breath.
Then you’ll wake, in lost regard,
Of where or when you’ve been,
The singing smell of your flesh,
Again begins indeed.
He’ll cut your throat and drink your blood,
And pull right out your heart,
Your liver next, your brain at last,
Your body torn apart.
Remorse not be for sanity,
From his evil chilling grasp,
Until the final millennia ,
Of torture there has past.
Then finally in his charm and grace,
A second chance awaits.
Pray tell the devil sets you free,
To step on heavens gate.
But needless not, eternal pain,
Has taken such a toll.
You will decide to stay in hell,
Where the devil makes the rules.
For God is dead, hell the stead,
And torture all you know.
Just stay within the fire of sin,
And weep for your sinful soul.
For once the devil has his grasp,
He’ll never let you go.
Eternal death and punishment,
You’ll reap these words I sow.
For hell is real, as life and death,
And in his realm you’ll sift.
Eternal pain, begins again,. relentless as a gift.
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Author:
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