Hell Hath no Fury

behold the wasteland of my realm
where all my my sins are held
I curse the burning cause
i curse the life that was
naked and exposed to sorrows long ago
I sought to hide tween day and night
finding instead a twilight world in which to rule
bent and twisted shadows spring to life
playing endless games most arcane
with tokens of exquisite pain
woe awaiting mortals sane
who enter pusillanimous this gruesome plane
slithering to and fro the souls of man to weak to stand
trapped forever in the nihilism of the dead
looking up with eyes of dread
spirits weighed down as if with lead
pitiless tears never to be shed
eon pass, time folds and folds again
wormholes present a future past
as history repeats, ad nauseum, the blindness of man
I see in your heart the greed you seek
I hear in you mind the oily words of riches you speak
sickened  by narcissistic hypocrisy I cast you down
pleas and screams forever drowned
slithering spirits eternally bound
And then there is silence
at least for a while
sweet spaces between the noise
listen to the silence with your heart not your mind
here you have your soul to find
my gift to mankind is a direction home