Journey
On my journey to hell I crossed dimensions of ringing bells it sounded like caution but to me a call to action at the entrance I stopped dead at the broken gates my feet felt like lead the joyous screams of lost souls beckoned us into the lake in the depths we shat on hot rocks to fuel the flames for days we fed off the entrails of fallen angels as we walked deeper into the void we now called home. the smell of ashed bones reminded us of our humanity whenever we feasted with the damned....bliss was sin and sin, bliss blood never flowed in this perverted paradise. the heat never allowed it that luxury. stuck to our cutlery, the concerned few scraped it off at the high table, the demon king proclaimed his faith in our lost ways. Declaring us his disciples, his missionaries, his voice, his all surprisingly, we never watched the throne for how can you watch what you sit on. scepter in my hand and crown on my head, the new ruler announced himself at my feet t...