Abyss

Look into abyss,

it stares back at you 

 

The moon is bright in

the night

 

The stars fall from the

sky

 

The coyotes howl 

into the blackness 

 

The cemetery;

they are waking from the grave 

 

Remnants of lost souls

haunt the wicked heart

 

The living dead are spooked in 

their beds

 

No rest,

nightmares continue 

 

Frankenstein has escaped

from the mental hospital 

 

The souls from the wicked 

are ripped from their bodies 

 

Grim reaper comes to collect 

the unpaid debts

 

New bodies buried in graves;

the mortician is busy

 

Devil never sleeps,

no one is safe 

 

New cities of tombstones,

monuments of the damned 

 

Lost wailing souls

echo through the chasms of the earth

 

Inferno is below,

fire and brimstone

 

There they Pay

the price  

 

There they face their

death

 

 

 

 

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