Descent Below (In progress)

Progression into 'hell'

Beyond the extension of flesh does the ouroboros come full circle. No depths nor rings of hell are marked here, overrun by fear induced leeches and harbingers of trauma. There is no deity to expel you into a fiery oblivion but rather the true notion that you have failed yourself will fester from within. Interdependent with forces undetected this planet thrives under the conditions that allow it to do so, bearing mystery and wonder to those who have been conscious of it. Discarding a higher awareness that renders all bestial beings to reign only as themselves and not to defecate the very altar they stand before. Instead harnessed by the delusion of a god, the christ abiders believe they have rite of passage to falsify and drag an entire existence into abyss and thus they face condemnation to a true exposure into hell. 

Vultures circle the depraved. Pits for stomachs you still force nations into existential rumination yet content to frolick in a league of false grandeur. You are not worth the meat in which you were spat into, there is no mastery in being drawn by snout to worship a product of cowardice, a means for the pathetic to run riot and manipulate so many by torment and fear mongering. Herds of humans sent down the drain, diseases surrounding which riddle their carcass'. No grave deep enough to bare the remains of life bestowed upon each one and amidst the tangles of hindsight a realisation dawns like the heaving sun that has risen against us all. Suffocated by the truth that the very evils preached against, are committed only by the lunatics who created them. 

Author's Note

First go at writing that isn't a poem... Unfinished.