Sabbath

 
bedevilment of conscious
the tumblers turn in my mind
click goes the locks
as I focus on the dread
 
evil is, is it evil to taste sin on your lips?
do you yet dine also?
where do I begin and you end?
 
in my thoughts an asylum of hecklers
watching me choose door number 6 again
imposters of culted truths
 
do you wither?
 
there is no fire in hell
only nuclear winter
choose well as you sit under a spell of fiction
 
the angels weep
while we sit in delusion we have choice
when you have only the bitter and the rotten to choose from
 
what will you have?