Crux

Time for night is not time to wake. For my soul thy come to take. Blessed are my demons. Transforming the fiery gates around me. Dark lustful ways crawling down walls drenched in splatter of the blood of the innocent. Serpents slithering all around thy shackled arms. Crushed hopes swallowed in the pits of hell. For thee hath come to thee. Questioning why thy God turns away from us. Sleeping in pools of blood. Foul stench of rotting flesh. Punished are the sinners. For they get off easily. But, for the innocent. For they will have their fingernails pulled. Their teeth smashed in. And their flesh. O their flesh. Stripped off of their bones. Screams of agonizing pain fills their dorms. For we get off easy. Thus more goes to the innocent. They will have their eyes gouged out. Their tongue ripped out. Their bones broken from the beatings. Then, their bodies will be cast in pools of dark soupy blood. Where the crows will feast on their innards. Lamenting over the innocent is not worth our time. For we get off easy. But, one thing that's makes us different than the innocent. That difference is, that the innocent will be in paradise after their torture. But, for we. We will spend the rest of eternity. In our hell. We envy the innocent. For we deserve our punishment. They do not.