• Come what may, my soul goes through the roof.
    Disarray, blasting foul tongues coated in soot
    Emanating cursed projection, burnt ceiling
    Broken barrier, warped in the ashen cloak
    Raising higher and higher to die
    Razing higher and higher to fry

    Crisp black roasted spirit formulated cracks
    Exhausting oily tar melt inside dead end urn
    Crucifix, immoral cremation of the skies
    Delegated delving, dowsing copper hellfire
    Sleighing long and wide, far and beyond
    Slaying devils pride, gnashing sadist song

    Marsh flame, flickers broodingly below
    Under pinning consolation's crude sinew
    Drenched mists born of blotted brimstone
    Roof raised spirit hurtles to his doom
    Fowling the air, celestial in vestigial
    Falling so fair, detested scorch vigil