AN ANGEL OF HELL (UNEDITTED EDITION)

I WALK A LONELY ROAD,

MYSELF, WITH NO-ONE BEHIND,

TIME MOVES SLOWLY AS THE DUST BEGINS TO BUILD,

IT FEELS LIKE FOREVER,

MY BODY WEARS DOWN TO NOTHING BUT A SKELETON,

MY CLOTHES RIP AND TEAR AS I WALK AN ENDLESS ROAD,

 

SO WITH MY LAST DYING BREATH,

I BEG FOR FORGIVENESS,

A FORGIVENESS I DO NOT DESERVE,

SO HELP ME MY LORD,

TAKE MY HOME,

OR I’LL CRASH INTO THE GREAT ABYSS BELOW,

 

THERE I LEARN,

ONLY OF PAIN AND SUFFERING,

NOT OF YOUR KIND HEART AND BEAUTIFUL SOUL,

BUT OF YOUR HATRED AGAINST ME AND MY KIND,

SO PLEASE DO THIS NOW, I BEG,

FORGIVE ME,

HELP ME, MY LORD,

HELP ME NOW,

OR I SHALL FALL…

The End

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