What Is Chosen

Evil is the joy in heart of every wicked beast, that lays their soul upon the mat with tears toward the east. That praise the stone to crush the head of love that bares the truth, and fills the belly full of blood from all forbidden fruit. Minus wisdom minus strength the prey upon the meek, knowledge is not far from them but that they never seek. Hell is all they will receive this gift is from their father, they never will receive the truth that's offered so why bother. They sleep in beds of wickedness and bathe their souls with lies, and suffer is the torture forth that starts when that soul dies. Cold has ice inside their cares their stares are blank and frozen, but this is what they've chosen...