In the Pool of Lost Souls
She was coursed and now is cursed
with putrid soiled decay,
Her body floats in Satan’s moats
a price that she must pay.
The taste of bile become so vile
with piercing toxic grief;
the treachery of destiny
was borne from misbelief.
Insanity, impiety,
the lack of self respect;
has put her soul in his control
to pay for her neglect.
Her wretched scream is so extreme
that apparitions rise
and she shall sing with gurgling
there is no compromise.










to say the least. 






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