The void

The blackness in the pit, I look down below
the monsters of hell, they put on a wicked show
feelings of despair mixed with ultimate dread
the babies are defenceless, but the demons will be fed
hear the screams of hope, as they are all strangled
haer the mothers cry, as the offspring are mangled
The joy of pure submission, as pure as angelic hope
but the trick is in the magick, the windy thick rope
it is put over the neck, of the screaming child
but the torture is supreme, very swift not mild
the victim continues to angle and dangle and gasp
until at the very end, all you can hear is the death rasp
the hope is death, a sweet surrender,to trhe bite of the asp
illusions are transitory
they tell a great story

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