The haunting visions that I've seen
torment my damaged soul
the shredded skin of my accusers
set on fire in a big metal bowl.

The demonic crowd start to gather
waving pitchfork, bar and axe
they scrape away at the falling sweat
to use as human candle wax.

The distinctive smell of rotting flesh
accompanied by a zombies groan
the faceless creatures strip the flesh
while others grind the bones.

There is no way out of this evil place
as I'm taken from the chair
the hands and chains that bind me
pull me towards the gates of despair.

The captured souls torment me
as I feel the rising heat
the big gothic gates burst open
and I fall at the devils feet.

All of a sudden the noises stop
apart from the tapping of a bowl
the judge opens up his big black cloak
and hands the devil a large burning scroll.

All the charges are read against me
and the witnesses start to appear
across the face of the devil appears a smile
and on mine one filled with dread & fear.

The verdict is in and I'm found guilty
the trial is over and done
my punishment will be relentless
It's time for the devil to have his fun.







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