Past the gates of time,
Lies an eternal domain.
Built eons ago
For the god of all shame.
Man was never intended
To inhabit this land.
Until the spirit of rebellion,
Became embraced by man.
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 sins are 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.
To late to change,
To late to receive.
To late for the Gift,
For all that believed.
There are no parties here,
For the morally corrupt.
Rather, your sentence is now set,
And your appeals are up.
