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Penance Of The Damned!
Wind whipped the gates and bent the trees
much worse than just a gentle breeze,
as Hell came out one grim and gruesome night!
A moon looked down to cast its rays
but couldn't pierce the cloud-swept haze
that hid the ghouls away from human sight!
Headstones fell in eerie pose
and putrefying bodies rose
from decaying graves of ghoulish hell!
These souls are stirred by their torment
remembering evil lives they'd spent
when hearts still beat within their human shells!
Poor victims, these, now long past dead
who, haunted by their pasts of dread,
must trudge with heavy chains in blackest night!
Though none could see to what degree
their otherwise reward might be,
the torment of their penance seemed not right!
Those eyeless sockets stare ahead
to view the lives they might have led
while decomposing flesh hangs from their bones!
And just before the light of day,
return they must to beds of clay,
and headstones muffle agonizing moans!
And life above continues on
unmindful of its Rubicon,
oblivious of the fate that lies ahead!
The Penance of the Damned, you see,
was meant for those like you and me
and poor damned fools who go through life misled.
