Temples of Fire
beauty for ashes
in a deep forest of granduer
nestled in a hollow grove
voices coming from the Elms
with painted pictures of light & love
walk with me through the forest
visit the habitation of hunters and gatherers
beneath the ground twigs wretched sticks
nature is playing a new game of tricks
in the middle there is a spot
for we go there to think a lot
volumes of skulls line the perimeter
inside is a temple of fire
blown away with its fullest desire
deeper we go and bask in the vast array of the under ground
leaches with blind moles digging holes
the new cult comes into its vast domain
along with the Satanism, sorrow & pain
this is the forbidden sod
naked tortured remnants of lost souls in sore travail
blackened death stench of night breathing deadly asps
the weeping, wailing & gnashing of teeth
creatures with mouths filled with fire
heads turned upside down in the formation of midnight torment
still we traveled further to discover
a jewel with wretched shades of red, black & grey
on display throughout the forest
demons torturing its victims over and over again
Satan laughing spreads his wings
the nest thing I awaoke to what ?
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