Thursday

Home of The Damned


Past the gates of time,
Lies an eternal domain.
The master of which,
Is the god all shame.

You'll find no mercy here,
In this kingdom of grief.
Just mans final reward,
for his lack of belief.

It's a place that smells,
Of great sickening and rot.
Where sin is the flame,
And the fire dieth not.

Forgiveness and mercy,
They aren't found here.
Just misery and grief,
with darkness and fear.

With your destiny now settled,
As you pass through the gate.
The sign on the wall,
reads,
 NOW IT'S TO LATE.

Your home is now,
The most miserable of lands.
Home of the lost,
Home of the damned.