Abaddon’s Extinction

“In the hearts of madmen, pain and corruption has no meaning
The sounds of tortured souls is just irrelevant background screaming,
“Across psychotic landscapes of silent oblivion
Causing mass suicides, because the weak is tired of livin,

“Of a world long ago that has been forsaken
In which their miserable foolish lives is prepared to be taken,
“Driving them insane with unwanted failed reflections
Separating them methodically in painful maze-like directions,

“Reacting to an unseen dark and dangerous will
Forcing down the throat that tattered pill,
“Without water, call the situation dry hope
Or pray silently for avoidance of the possible coming choke,

“Either blistered or blackened they find themselves the prey
Outsiders, watching their good souls turn Gehenna gray,
“That blurs the lines between black and white
Now there’re trying to understand, under a permanent twilight,

“Bound and bled with impaled rusty spikes in the head
Semi-controlled in what is seen and what is said,
“A true living specimen part of a lifelong test
With the final results, being eternal rest,

“At that moment are they condemned?
Or once again under the control of another’s whim,
“Playthings of fiends, with utter destruction in mind
Or God himself-forever on the tic-toc of his divine time,

“Some consider heaven and hell a forced wasteland
Willing to sacrifice themselves in the pit of the annihilated damned,
“To suffer the eternal eon on the plane of Abaddon
Under the eye of a soul-draining pale sun,

“Falling from an eclipse-darkened sky
Because heaven and hell they truly choose to deny,
“Along with brimstone paradises or streets paved of gold
To the welcoming gates of the extinction of the soul”.

Reviews

[Vin]

Don't know why. But I felt like reading an 18th century classic. Well-written dear friend!!