The Mark of the Beast

Deviously dragging a decapitated corpse.
Damned to the darkened depths of Hell.
Riding thy rotting, ravenous horse,
Down to the den where the demons doth dwell.

As I approach the guarded gates,
A passage to the underworld.
I breach the bestial barriers,
A world of wicked woes unfurled.

The flames they flicker violently, along the walls of fire and stone;
Where Satan sits so silently, upon a throne of flesh and bone.

His servants stand before Him,
Unholy and unwavering;
Telling tales of timeless torture,
So loathsome and unsavory.

I bow before the blackened beast, with my severed sacrifice at hand;
Granting Him a gracious gift, for intruding on his sacred land.

"Father of sacrilegious sin,
I've done the deeds you've asked of me.
Please, bestow your blackened blessing:
Infernal immortality."

In sadistic salvation, my soul is swiftly stolen.
Screaming and showered - with fresh hemoglobin;
Reduced to mere filth, so dark and deceased;
Then beaten and branded - the mark of the Beast.

Now I stand proud, as one with the dead;
Emblazoned His name, upon my forehead.
I ride into the night, with a nefarious zest.
Compelled to complete my next hideous quest.