Loco Alto (Deep Place)

No one can withstand nor comprehend
those souls I saw, how their sufferings flow
they are weeping.. with blood in their eyes
and screaming loud but incoherent cries..

Light has left them hopeless
neglected, buffetted on this air that is lifeless
naked with nerves at large and young age..
for pain just to be felt truly at it's greatest..

devouring one's flesh may be a resort
but doing so may condemn you at court
it is there you'll be flailed and hacked in countless times
by a tempered blade. oh! you'll cry for a timeless crime

There they lie at the chilling river of styx with lament
mourning on this sunless skies. thus paying repent
their souls on a bed of thunder and brawl
gripping each other, as they attempted to crawl..

Hope is not a whispered word here but a tear
a tear that dries and eventually disappear
Faith, like a drowned carcass on poisoned water,
excommunicated! perished! like a burned contender!

At this instance, one may be troubled by his trembling mind..
a question of how injustice here has bind?
as Virgil said "Here lies the souls who lived without praise and disgrace,
they now commingle; this sorry souls and coward angels at gaze."

Now behold! He The Father of lies and fraud
paralyzed, burning with anger and wrath abode
weeping and drinking his own wine of deceit and greed,
while screaming on voices of torture at it's seat!

He who is to be punished most,
has truly left Him a greatly cost..
for He has tempted and corrupted the sons of Him..
by the worldly promises of He who is exalted at firm..

such promises still veils upon this region..
and favors Malacoda to struck at poise without permission.
knowing this puts you such on a mission..
that is to fulfill your maker's vision.