The Below

By: Virusware

The sins of the past

come back to haunt

the hunt of the wild

nowhere to be found

the last of the hate

still burning away

no more will it last

ending finally in a blast

stopping the rapturous acts

emphasizing the cruelest of the facts

forget what’s been said

and let’s throw down right now

I’d end your burning life

I’d stop your beating heart

tearing it from it’s cavity

and discarding it from my reality

but even then I’d still feel the pain

the hurt of the past

the final kick lasting forever

bleeding from my eyes

in the form of searing lies

are the scars from what once was

the trapped and burning hate

the building pressure

leading up to one blow

sending what once was high

to the depths of The Below