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.

I Sol Tace

I as a shade was in the forest
walking, looking.. creeping to it's nest
staring at various directions in His
probably comforting my mind in mist..

there I saw many sightings and scenes..
reflecting life and death it seems..
the darkness it comforts enveloped my faith..
and now im drowning and drained in pale..

my mind was impaled by irrevocable fear and dread..
whispered weeping, deafening cries have heared
suffering here seems it's life and ways
like dead air floating here and sways

visitors approached me at night,
choking me, suffocates all my might..
they seize, froze my feet and hands..
stiffing them like tainted glass..

It seems that I have been on this starless night.
to think of this as my dreams unwind..
confronted by Minos I have been..
twisted its tail with keen..
judging, his eyes so stiff and sullen
at instance had dragged me at pitch and fallen..

it's trees were entangling screams and tears..
looking at them burdens my fears..
by lack of the sun they live and stirr
in the minds of people that has no ear..

this prison overflows with fear
forget your hope, and virtues will tear..
there is no way out here nor there..
even thee does not seem to care.