Devious intentions rise out of rage 'n wretchedness to posses the mind - bend ones will to be unkind, deep within savage darkness; inching closer to a tortured demise. There is no salvation that I in euphoric pilgrimage can find. All is turned to dust & ash, here in Babylon - house of the harlot & her twisted lust driving men to sin, tempted by innocent 'n pure flesh. It is a shame to be a child, fallen from grace & painfully slipped into Chaos - A hell of fire 'n spiritual decay. Turned inward, hiding from memory, lies a piece of my heart that waits - Until the day this ravaged soul of mine is lifted out of melancholic paralysis, to blossom into furious resurrection & all-embracing freedom.