In the wind, the Devil's breath...
Deified demon slams shut the cell door, asking, "Who wants to live? Who wants out?"
Anxious human hands stretch through barring bars, begging for release.
"Never!" laughs the demon. "Never to be free!"
Medieval stone sweats in ancient rot, the prisoners in a place long since standing.
The outside world moved on in ages past, seeking still life's glory.
Forgotten souls were they, doomed ever to live for the Devil's lacking.
Lying inept in darkness of yore, not a single ray of Living Light.
Like a fisherman scooping swindled souls, cut off were these floundering fools.
To the demon's domain whisks the wish for no love.
Time lasts not forever, but this time the demon's unbreakable own.
"Tell me your dreams! Tell me your talents so that I might tax them for my toilets!"
Clawing the sides of agonized cells, terminally trapped humans wail for their worth.
Faces turn grey in realized plight, flickering desires ghostly whispers in the night.
Back to the shores of slavery once shorn, the iron chain choking once more.
Bondaged bodies yoked to desires not their own, shackled thirsts die in the desert sun.
Toxic toiling seethes in fury of feeding the demon's despair.
"Speak ye of Heaven, speak ye of Hell, but this world is mine!"
In hope's mockery sit dignified demons of court, ruling against all appeals, decision final.
No hand stays the demon's hand, no heart holds it in check.
Pleasing prisoners plead prayers to the demon god, in words never heard.
Like lemons squeezed, bodies drag over burning coals to the humanoid scrap yard.
Thoughts of justice rob them of...
Thoughts of freedom rob them of...
Thoughts of love rob them of...
Defiant hands clutching bars in anger slowly melt into nothingness.
"Who are you?" taunts the knowing demon. "Who are you in the dark? Who are these children of God?"
Deified demon slams shut the cell door, asking, "Who wants to live? Who wants out?"
Anxious human hands stretch through barring bars, begging for release.
"Never!" laughs the demon. "Never to be free!"
Medieval stone sweats in ancient rot, the prisoners in a place long since standing.
The outside world moved on in ages past, seeking still life's glory.
Forgotten souls were they, doomed ever to live for the Devil's lacking.
Lying inept in darkness of yore, not a single ray of Living Light.
Like a fisherman scooping swindled souls, cut off were these floundering fools.
To the demon's domain whisks the wish for no love.
Time lasts not forever, but this time the demon's unbreakable own.
"Tell me your dreams! Tell me your talents so that I might tax them for my toilets!"
Clawing the sides of agonized cells, terminally trapped humans wail for their worth.
Faces turn grey in realized plight, flickering desires ghostly whispers in the night.
Back to the shores of slavery once shorn, the iron chain choking once more.
Bondaged bodies yoked to desires not their own, shackled thirsts die in the desert sun.
Toxic toiling seethes in fury of feeding the demon's despair.
"Speak ye of Heaven, speak ye of Hell, but this world is mine!"
In hope's mockery sit dignified demons of court, ruling against all appeals, decision final.
No hand stays the demon's hand, no heart holds it in check.
Pleasing prisoners plead prayers to the demon god, in words never heard.
Like lemons squeezed, bodies drag over burning coals to the humanoid scrap yard.
Thoughts of justice rob them of...
Thoughts of freedom rob them of...
Thoughts of love rob them of...
Defiant hands clutching bars in anger slowly melt into nothingness.
"Who are you?" taunts the knowing demon. "Who are you in the dark? Who are these children of God?"
All labors leading nowhere
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