Genesis

I am the emptyness.
The creator.
The fullness.
A glutony beast with the devil's anger.

But there's always more
Never surrender
Until the death reborns
Inside my stomach growing painfully
As is my sensation of emptyness.
Lack of creation.
Excess of fullness.
A massacrated corpse covered with the blood of the avarice.

I would not be judge anymore... He told me
I would not be judge anymore.
There is a place called hell,
There is a place called hell he said
And hell is real.
And hell is real.
And hell is real.
And hell is real.