Another tribute to Baudelaire, this is a vision of my fate in Hell.
|Wretched and broken, as pitiful Cain,
I’ll live in my sin and die with my stain,
Destined for a foul and shining reign,
Forever the Almighty’s eternal bane.
A seed will descend, a root will grow,
Vile thorns yield beside a crimson flow.
Even in Darkness, you reap what you sow,
Deep in the wood, with an anguished glow.
From desolate skies, a burning rain falls,
Choirs of Chaos chant in horrid halls,
In wicked unity, lamentations for all,
Looming above, for black Heaven we call.