Black embers churn
From quiet sequesters
Of the facility

Here they called out
To the blight
And it answered quickly

This was the end of
This era
Of the world

Tremors grow underneath
Corpses of demons
And ruins of advancement

Eyes of cacos
Float about as
Sentries warding lockdown

Brown spires and
Twisting red wires
Course around the walls

Metal etched in satanic runes
Hell in a handbasket thrown
From gauntleted hands

Gore flows down my forearm
And pieces of guts and bone shrapnel
Stick to its viscosity

Defying the demons
Who converge
From their portal

Rivers run red
With magma and black
Sheets of obsidian

An underworld’s god
Knows not to fear
Those who venture here

No reason to not go
Forward and fast
Into increased gothica

Our brawn
Is much
Too strong

How impish possession seems
When we have bullets
And chainsaws cutting life free

Fuck these pansies
Murder these
Enslaved banshees

Every pump of the gun
Enjoy recoil
From face-offs won

Never stop moving
Never cease tossing
Them back to devil’s domains

I will stop
This invasion
This is what I do

I’m going to hell
I’m coming to hell
To rip and tear

To rip and tear
With vicious flares
To signal hell’s doom

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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