Hide my face in shadow.
Shame blanketing me
In this all-consuming darkness.
I am unworthy.
Intangible memories
Of a sinful name.
Erased.
There is no redemption
For the wicked.
Wingless angels fall
Into the seething monsters
That reside in Hell.
Can you hear
A sinner’s cry?
Judgement shall be passed
For it is righteous...
If justice wears a mask of good
And vengeance a mask of evil,
Then punishment is but a tool
In the hands of it’s wielder.
What wicked things
That lie in the hearts of men.