Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Torrents of Hate



In the foundries of hell, the torrents of fire always pour,
Raking the coals of rage and jealousy, scorn and hate,
The chastisement leaves us weak, we cling to falsehood,
The burning goes on, endlessly churning, the fires grow fierce
The demons relish their duties, to inflict more pain upon the meek
We pray to be freed of the pit, grow insane, our will is pierced
But refuse to end our petty longings nor accept that our outlook is bleak