salvation sought in a morbid symphony
gathered in the screams inside of the mind
where one hears them scream in their grave
separation from a undescribed pain inside,
tearing away in the seasons of the blind,,,
looking for the touch of the hand of God,
only to see from a hell waiting for them,,
awakening to the nightmare of unreality,

wake to an echo of a darker revelation,,
taking my bible out of the pool of blood
as the shards of glass fall from the sky
where the spirit of Sodom and Gomorrah
pray for their forcoming deaths,
as their soul wakes in the shadow of Dys,,
the abomination of the mother unborn,,
that they come screaming in their grave,
asking for the God to save them all
only to see the prominition of their demise,

no ones hears them, infections of reality
cast down as they fall -- season of lust,,
leaving for the shadow of the real world,,
as society's infection, I will watch you die,
while you pray for the spirit of Sodom
to bless what you had done as it is empty
where the rage of God waits for your life
to end before it all began another millennia,,,
as you continue to bleed, born in a lie,,
where they cry that many are gone
only to realize that they were pillars of salt,

as I stand at the distance to watch
the burning down of the modern Sodom,
where they embrace the lust of their own
the fate of them turning from God was sealed,
as the flames of their soul are cast down,
turning in echo of the forboding excess,,,
as they become all that is the shadow of memory
in death, lust and fate of everything,
in the eyes of God, draw the death of Sodom,,
that I shall burn the spirit of Sodom down,
for the shadow of wrath, damnation games,,
looking for the one -- a reasoning to blame,

in the fires of death become the field of souls
as their bodies were nothing but pillars of salt,
the morbid symphony, cry to God and screaming,
draw from the memory as the burning of Sodom
drawn further into demise, spirit of Sodom
burning before the eyes of God, as they become
as the memory of they once were, now pillar of salt.
the followers of lust, their fates were sealed