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The Pit

I'm so sick of this paradigm,
Hating the living,
But afraid to die,
I'm sick of this guarded realm,
If I do what I want to,
I am going to hell.
There is nothing more that I deserve,
Than To get what I want
and abandon the herd,
There is nothing more that I desire,
Than to sin at a whim
And then bathe in fire,

I'll welcome my pit,
with open arms,
embrace the flames,
as they do no harm,
I'll give the devil my beating heart
if he ensures the cure
For a broken start

Oh I'll eat until,
I get my fill,
From the Plate,
of god's hate,
And his will
fulfills,
I'll start with his liars,
His faithless,
And *****,
I'll cut them all down,
With a righteous shear,
Then I can finally dwell 
with the son of man,
Watch eternity burn
While I hold his hand,
and then 
just when,
he begins to trust,
I'll watch as hell,
rises up to us.

And I'll welcome my pit,
with open arms,
embrace the flames,
as they do no harm,
I'll give the devil,
my beating heart,
To ensure the cure,
For a broken start,
I'll give the devil,
my tainted mind,
If it means he agrees,
To give me what's mine.

I'll give the devil
my broken hands,
if I can get a
second chance,
To take the hand,
of the father of man,
let it fall for all,
Who took a stand,
and then,
just when,
it hits the ground,
The heavens will play
a hellish sound,
The earth will call 
for laws renown,
The truth is uncouth 
but it will be found.

And we'll welcome our pit,
with open arms
Embrace the flames,
as they do no harm
The devil owns us, 
we're where we belong, 
Our souls are dust, 
And our bodies gone,
The only thing left
worth fighting for,
A chance to die
and be reborn.

Copyright © Bo Vigoren | Year Posted 2016

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