• All means are molten,
    scorched by the way,
    Flame rising,
    Burnt the skin,
    Surfaces as a pin,
    several for the win.

    Felt the pain greater,
    needed no later,
    call on the waiter,
    hated a traitor,
    peels away the flesh
    covered by metal nesh.

    There is no access,
    why denied,
    misery consumed by moral justice,
    one snatched bruise,
    there was no breeze,
    as if a deadly disease.

    No way to escape,
    mask of darkness,
    waves of laser,
    biten hard cell,
    of many lives the sound drills.

    You never retrieved your enlightened soul.