Suicides of Souls in the Circles of This Hell

Twilight veils the Soul,

Shine a light—control,

Or it will be swallowed,

Doomed, condemned, and hollowed.

Hell is all around,

Men—mere pawns unbound,

Monsters move with reason,

Satan—grim and seasoned—

Judges every game,

All will burn the same.

But the final thunder

Tears this Hell asunder.

Wait not for salvation,

Passive resignation

Leads to slow decay—

Rotting souls betray.

Hell is built on lies,

News, false facts arise.

Generation’s blunder—

Brains reduced to plunder.

Fools make Hell seem steady,

Blind and dull—but ready.

Zombies fill the masses,

Selfhood quickly passes.

Struggle means your slaughter—

Trapped, enslaved, and quartered.

Here, survival’s price

Is a Soul’s demise.

Questions, sharp and bright,

Die in floods of blight.

Silence grows in fashion,

Lies suppress compassion.

Hell corrupts the Spirit,

Demons guard its limits,

Digging deeper holes—

Graves for sleeping Souls.

Not a murder—self!

That’s the twist itself.

Fiends will only taunt you,

It’s their task to haunt you.

Break this scheme apart,

Tear it from the start!

Hell’s design is madness,

Mind reduced to sadness.

Learn, and you may flee,

Rise and break the spree

Of the brainless herds,

Fighting with your words.

Only so! No other!

Else you’ll choke and smother,

Drowned in filth and fear,

Burning since your year—

Since your birth, ensnared,

Turned to corpses, scared.

Living dead walk endless,

Few break through the senseless.

Rare the minds that wake—

Lies strike Souls opaque.

So don’t waste your breath—

Save your Mind from death!