Sentenced

Cast a line into the ocean.
Only then will life be spoken.
When days are but a seldom dream.
Here lies the vault that betrayed all that was serene.
Fashioned from skin robbed by greed.
Jealousy has been given speed.
Writhing deep in caverns of red.
Hide beneath the safety of your bed.
Where angels haunt those long forgotten.
Prowling in the shadows of the rotten.
Deciding fates before they do come.
It won’t matter if you stay or run.
For these eyes are the judging kind.
If deemed guilty you’ll be stripped to the rind.
So stay your course and pay plenty of heed.
Otherwise ghouls will come to make you bleed.
Upon altars built from trash.
Life will be ended with one swift slash.
Drowning innocence in a moment.
Regardless of the chosen opponent.
That is why you must cast no die.
Or it shall be your final whimpering cry.