Throne of The Tormented Soul

Throne of The Tormented Soul

I’m being strapped to a chair that spins

Scalding hot oil poured down my legs from within

Razor sharp hooks dig into my shoulders

I’m being dragged by chains pulled by unknown fingers

Metal spikes are driven into the back of my skull

Protruding out of my head like the horns of a bull

My hair is ripped out by the strand

An ice pick is driven into my left eye by no man

I try to scream but sound won’t escape my lips

So I grind my teeth till they break and blood drips

Jagged splinters flay my gums

Filling my mouth with fresh human chum

That overflows, painting my chest red

And I sit in this chair of painful dread

A throne for the tormented soul

And here will I sit...

The pain will I endure...

Until my Lord returns to judge this mortal cesspool

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