Visions Of Extreme Torture
As I close my eyes, I begin to dream.
I'm taken to a place full of suffering.
A world that is very similar to ours
But with starving children locked behind bars.
And innocent people are stabbed by spears,
that are tossed by the creatures that we fear.
We were warned by the holy book,
written by the almighty, that most overlook.
Now everyone is screaming and calling his name,
as flesh eating zombies consume their brains.
Demons rape and kill the virgins and wives.
Infested by vermin and maggots after they die.
People scream at the top of their lungs,
Before they're decapitated, burned, or hung.
Melting flesh falls off my bones,
I feel the pain and want to go home.
A gun in my hand, ready to pull the trigger,
in the distance I see a dark figure.
Wearing a crown and holding a staff,
made of the bones of Jesus's back.
He looks at me and he calls my name,
covering my ears, afraid of what he has to say.
He gives me a message, for me and you,
"I'm coming soon and their nothing you can do!"