When blood runs stale
And veins go limp
When hearts go numb
And tears turn a scarlet shade
Limbs swell up and maggots assemble
When brains seep through nostrils galore
Then Lord looks down upon man, and says;
“Come to me, I’ve freed you from a hellish abode.”
Gullible and naive, the soul flies to the Maker’s embrace
Stumbles towards the eternal, stumbles towards a haze
What do you know, Oh you credulous being!
At the end of your final pilgrimage,
A hell far worse than earth awaits your grace.