trapped in purgatory
a lifeless object, alive
awaiting reprisal
and death..
I said, she said..
death will be their acquisition

the sky is turning red
return to power draws near
fall onto me
onto her
fall onto me
the sky’s crimson tears

abolish the rules
abolish the rules
made of stone

pierced from below
souls of my treacherous past
betrayed by many
now ornaments dripping above

awaiting the hour of reprisal, mmmm
your time slips away

raining blood
raining blood

from a lacerated sky
bleeding its horror
creating my structure
now I shall
reign in blood