Domain of Decay

The pain is real,
destined to burn.
Into the abyss I must yonder,
Bestowing my soul
To the infernal father.
At birth, I was marked,
A stark reminder of the terror—
Forever lost, slave to endless gore,
Flesh decaying, death's stench, and horror.
Agonizing bellows fill the land.
Ashes of burning bodies saturate the living, coating my soon-to-be sadistic hands.
My new home, where the unholy dwell and life fades,
The nightly bells soften the screams
Of those charred at the stake.