To all who come forth through the murky waters of deceit
salvation is dispelled unreachable from the depths of hell.
Deeds of record! your forsaking of the Lord is thy Shepard
trickery of tricksters! willful terror unleashed by the sinister
You’ve cast your lot a soul you did concede, for those who
spilled blood to feed a need, to the fool trading it for greed.
Now hold your sheepish cries plead! for redemption, these
slimy leech infested water gives no reprieve! no exemptions
The dreaded graveyard dreams as an endowment, musings mixed in hallucinations conjuring up your disembowelment.
The cringe worthy disembody manifestations, will petrify the obscure recollections in your imagination,