Lifes Right To Rebel Against Evil!

The heat waves of the lava boiled as the boy stared directly into the pit.
A reflection of fire among the boys eyes stated that he sleeped by a valcano.
Wraped in tranquility he broke the silence by singing to the volcano.
(Echo) Lifes right to rebel against evil is mine and mine alone,
The sins, the hate we very well know,
And our lives will change forever when I burn my home.

The lava never cease to flow over the unstady land of darkness,
The boy in front of the river of fire as though he were leading it.
Forward he screamed out loud to the lava.
Burn the dark homes of satan himself and give him no mercy.
A boy among the dead now, furious over death. The plauge of scared lonely loucus circle his once lighted head.
So he marches on commanding a lake of fire, his eyes surounded by the black ashes of holyness.
Finaly he reaches his destination of wich he plans to conquer.
A large alter stands before him with a dark arora surrounding
it.
A voice in his head commands him to open it up. With one wave of his hand he puts the lava to a complete stop. Then walks slowly to the blightened alter.
As he opens up the alter he finds the worst wounding feeling he had ever felt.
The sacrifice to the alter he had obtained had been what everyone dreads.
All of his worst pains colaberated in one ball of some sort of force and launched into his chest like a kinife.
The alter had only held the pain of the world and he had released it into himself.
Sins sacrifice is not something we can obtain without feeling pain.
We fall to get up, we fight to live, to fall.....to get up again.
I wont make this mistake of killing myself on the inside again.