Sentenced from the world outside.
Cutting viciousness I can’t abide.
Toiling days and flooding nights.
Strip away until what remains is fright.
Filled to the brim of desceration.
Twisted void lingers beneath skin.
For transgressions will be born again.
Patricide dosed with hellish sin.
Reset will not come around as king.
Slashed from the realm of joy.
Inquisition bred from my travesty.
Wings of death bone carrying me.
Set your sights and admit you’re going down.
Siphoned from the arms of light.
Wrapped flesh thats not so bright.
Putrid with how the tale of woven.
Those who remain will not be chosen.
Deicide shall forever sing.
Inquisition bred from my travesty.
Wings of death bone carrying me.
Set your sights and admit you’re going down.
Volumes scream bloody suicide.
Abide, chide, say goodnight.
Butchered minds set loose to soar.
Hate, pain, distress, blood fueled war.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 