Mental Purgatory
A man sits alone laced in perennial fires....
where da desolated rebels roam and the churchgoers are liars....
abrupt shrapnels of evil encase this mans mind and frame...
his abbreviated tactics morph to descriptions of pain...
this place was an abode of this man for many ages...
a place where satans inauguration does not allow one to write pages...
so he's forced to keep it in... indulging in his pen and his rhymes...
acid rains on his head...causing thoughtz to deintertwine...
No one knows where this place is...or this mans hidden alias...
they are lost deep in perception...confused by lies and deception...
this mans not an exception...he was bourne with no identity...
dubbed himself the mighty deity but still succumbed to severe envy...
he lives in unfair darkness... while others live in impartial light...
as he awaits this equinox...where the day is equal to night...
the sunny skies compliment his eyes...the darkness he chooses to defy...
delegate the souls of da weak...his faction is becoming obsolete...
they walk down da depths of hell...searchin for an evil tyrant...
found evidence of sinning scrolls...soon to be triumphant...
the faction senses the evil within proximity...but their peripherals see him within no vicinity...
see trapped souls so they exempt them from da enemy...
so finally they confront this evil...and approach him with severe exhaustion....
little did this faction know dat this was only their deeper conscience...