Torture Squad - A Soul In Hell


Fanatic for religion

Alone with holy images

She consumes eagerly

Gospels and prayers

Her mind deforms the real

Your fanatism hit your soul

Screams invade the dawn

Insanity out of Control



Cripped in a bed

Waiting the divine death

She agonizes in thoughts

Macabre

as the shadows

Altered subconscious

To a catatonic state

A dark room will

Her grave

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