Hell’s Gate

Taken out back, Stripped upon the roses, Streched and wiped with thorns, No escape from the legion, Pricking skin, each flick a blood bath, Folding skin, bent knee, Gazing into the sky, Muttering under breath, Patience guide their hand, Beaten into the mud, Pain no longer guides the mind, Numb… Numb… Numbness grows, Crowned and…