Descent From Heaven

Crucified by your lies, Crushed by the hand of God, Voices grow, As I descend from Heaven. Your children suffer, Choking on words that cut through the mind, My poached soul is pushed towards this God's Hell. I ask no forgiveness, As I rest upon the cross, And suffocate on the blood of your dead son.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Once with me, Now ripped away, Torn from my heart as the body decays, A life exhumed by destructive disease, To control their worlds, To control their screams abused and diseased Forsaken they scream, My life for you.