Inferno, Pt. 2 - The Buttress

No peace in the Valley, there shall be no relief from this great weight

With grief we made haste to the gateway

«Abandon all hope ye who enter here» read the inscription

My vision filled slowly with tears

Minutes turn into years, the voice of one crying out in the wilderness

This pilgrimage has only begun

People lend me your ears, fill your hearts with fear

Make penance, for with vengeance, night draws near

Tell me who’s that writing?

John the Revelator

I labor to put down my blood onto paper

Gave me a crown made of Ursa Major, they made her

The Harlet in Scarlet

I’m taking naps between anxiety attacks

I’m trying to relax, smoke grass fertilized off the backs of corpses

Trodden by horses, there were four of them

Conquest, famine and war, and one more, named death

The depth of my breadth is unmet

I’m becoming unraveled on the road less traveled

I know Jesus wept, but I abhor the Lord

Fell on my sword, forever slept