Sinful Hellfire...

Empty gauntlet, vision of purity,
Flames engulf withering soul,
Liquor for the rich, yet alone, 
Cradle life, for death was vanity. 

Worshipped from dark angels, 
Dripping poison from slaves, 
Weakened breath, too late, 
Savouring the blood of pagens. 

Concrete grave tells my story, 
The people who I deceived, 
In my veins, venom would bleed, 
Depths of hell would be my glory.

I laid without burning desire,
A silhouette of my dying days,
Ashes spiral in the flickering flames,
I now await my sinful hellfire...