Slow Murder of an Eternal State

 “If hell has a true heart
It must be surrounded by an impenetrable dark,
 “Strengthened by the souls of the unbeliever
Lead by the ultimate deceiver,

 “Who sits upon a throne within an extradimensional hall
Decorated by fallen heroes and fools on its wall,
 “The greatest live a tortured living death
Denied through painful magic their last breathe,

 “A nightmarish realm that feed up itself
That tricks one’s mind that it’s in pearl and needs help,
 “Creating a mirrored paradise of unimaginable pleasure
Because it want supreme value for its captured treasure,

 “The seven deadly sins are nothing but teasing treats
Enticing the individual for days, months or weeks,
 “But time has no meaning at all
As temptation pre-longs their inevitable fall,

 “Whispers muffle the hideous sounds of laughter
Of the ignorant bitch or heroic bastard,
 “Driving the mind’s desires insane
Dripping one at a time like single-filed rain,

 “Transforming them into the embodiment of their own sin
And when fully consumed; evil once again win,
 “Causing reality to rise up against the new abomination
Feed by nightmarish damnation,

 “Eternal despair of what they have become
Is the final light of hope, like from a dying sun,
 “Mutilating them into something unwanted
But at that moment they must fully own it,

 “Pieces of past memories may imprison them in a regrettable daze
Or drive them into a maddening rage,
 “Call it slow murder of an eternal state
That has sealed them to a soul-retching fate”.