Hell surrenders

Our world is yours to burn
To rape.
We’re set to char
Decay.

We are the prey.
And you our lord,
That predates as a mandate.
In our country of sin
Of betrayal,
Glutton and sloth.

Sew your weaves of terror,
Mesh your demons – communicate,
Your mercenaries to slay
Us mortals, immortally cursed
To the end of this non existent day.

Behold!
These streams of puss shall gush,
through our gardens lush
With daisies that bloom death
And drip temptation.

Time has no end
And neither our pain.
No one to save us
from the preposterous.
Ridiculous!
This life we live,
to satiate hungers that never die!

Sew your weaves of terror,
Mesh your demons – communicate,
Your mercenaries to slay
Us mortals, immortally cursed
To the end of this non existent day.