Hell stands still with an empty throne.
With an audience ignited in a conflagration
exhausted knees, they begin to apprehensively
examine their boiling skin, which only crumbles
away even at the most delicate touch.
Hundreds upon thousands consumed only by their
own unmistakable immorality.
Over and over repeatedly this relentless process.
Thousands of speechless bodies pile over
Over and over again.
Thousands of speechless bodies pile over
each other.
Pile over each other.
Hell stands still with an empty throne.
Hell stands still.
Descending to their exhausted knees.
They begin to apprehensively examine their boiling skin.
They can no longer depart from their dismantled remains.
Depart from their dismantled remains.
Far from its eternal home this demon stands over my
crippled anatomy, he buries his weight into my impaired
lungs and spreads my ribs wide open.
My body turns cold, my organs shut down.
