Dirge of Despair Mourning: The death of a soul that is already forgotten. Can't you hear the faint screams? Agony! Pain is separating my cursed soul. My death is like honey on your lips. Blasphemy! Who are you to disturb my rest? I mourn, I mourn the death of my body. Yet, you beat, you scorn me! Hell is the place of wickedness and death! I will come in a black coat, a veil covering. I walk to the tombstone; oh the grief…… Last breaths of hope, taken from me! Shall I breathe out fire from my mouth? The rapture has come to us, everyone join me. The lord has wrath upon us; tremble fools! The damned have a seat in the lake of flames! Bursting blisters and boils, the second death. This is my account, my elegy of sound peace. Ink brushed in the sweat and blood. I smear fluid on my face. My robe is torn to show my grief. Pain: Damned are we! My arms grow weary. How dare you disrespect my passing….. My blood stained tears; a river of pain! Where can I find rest? In Christ alone! My heartstrings are cut away by your gaze. Blackened despair; an abyss opens! The door to Hell is open; shall we go? Halt! The double-edge sword is there! You beg and plead for my suicide. How could you? I stand on my own! Be gone from me, only the foolish give up! Only bastards lose hope for this world! My death has become inescapable. I bow down and scream your name. How long must I suffer for you? I bear the burdens of all you sinners! The virus, the plague is eating my flesh! My blood spilled on the ground!! I cry in anguish, my severed arms mock me, Do I continue? Or do I descend into hell? The Sick: The red death, my soul haunts me. I stare at the burning hatred in me! Leave me be! I want to die alone! I don't need to torture my being anymore! I scream at the pain coursing through my veins. I can't stand, I can't stand this!! I choke you, I spew hatred at you! May God end this point of recognition! You plead to me, end your suffering?! Your cracking skull; the sound is appealing. Looking in my eyes, do you see any remorse? I have no mercy, my blood thirst is coming. Break it in two, my face is torn. How can you still stand? Stay my enemy! Like the sakura, flutter away from me. I smile as you burn in front of me, ashes to dust. Your remains float in the moonlight. Is this the end of mankind as we know? My body grows weary; I need rest. I lay my dying body in front of my Lord…