Pain's Torturous Fate
Conquest by everything dark and dismal
Fortress of the deep runs black and deadly
Horrors brought to the surface burns
Try to hide behind the churning blanket
The dark hole bleeds with endless souls
And corrupted bleak pained hated eyes
Terrify even the most glorious heroes
Maybe hell would be a vacation from this fate
Horrid pains plague the hearts of the wary
Torture leads those lost to the gates of destruction
Never will I tarry anywhere near terror
Maybe someday I’ll get out of this fiery death
Russell Sivey
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