Mental Scars Of a Terminal State

Drowned in your cancer
A necrotic mark of your already number state
A lost puppet tied in your hang of lies
Getting drunk with this spiritual venom

Locked in this world of lies
Your despended faith will rot with your bones
A stain of blood in your non-soned soul
Mental scars of wounds of that never heal

One more empty day of your empty life
Resting with the worms in your plain grave
You were sited on the right side of your servior
Rusting with the carcass of your already decomposed flesh

Prisoner of a mental cell your turned yourself
Tied in this crutch of ilusions that promises to your eternal life
Creeping like a slave, breathing your lies
Bleeding with the nails of a extinct God

The last prayers now flat through the emptiness
It cannot more find comfort in this purgatory
A necrotic mask of your failure
Scars left by yourreligion of tortures