A seventh bell rang out at dawn
Then came the looming squall of noise
The lorn, the shattered, the disgraced
Suffer along
Unending cycle of loss
Unhealing sores, etched across the being
Relive the taste and smell, now feeling, hearing, seeing
Repay in tenfold, remittance which you owe
Hiding is dread in every glimpse of hope
Defile the graves
Withhold remorse
Transform civility
Contort
They will scorn the day that I was birthed
The nauseous incarnation of hell unearthed
The hearts of men
Tested and tried
Wraith of anguish, rotted from inside