Bury Me In Sheol
Existing is this world made dark only by thought
Shadows clutch a soul that has been made to rot
Gripping tightly wrists and ankles of the dying one
Reflecting pass transgressions all the evil he had done
Twisting and turning the heartstrings within his chest
Take his will and breath till there is no life left
O' pitiful creature in the night you may only dwell
It is your paintbrush that has made this canvas into hell
Your sins shall eat at you till you are but bone
No sanctuary, no safe place, nowhere to call home.
Awaken in a sweat from this dream unwell
Knowing you will return to this version of hell.
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