Condemned by The Mortified: A Forsaken Coffer

Sterile;

Infinite;

Expanse;

Lifeless abode;

Engulfed by fetid air,

A rancid stench

of ancient annihilation.

Prominent, expectant,

Parched of all plasmic cartilage

A scavenged chasm.

Harvested;

Swarmed;

Stripped raw;

to naked repugnance.

Unfathomable depression:

Human scaffolding;

Embodied;

Fused;

Masquerading; mangled clumps.

Amalgamated amidst

the crude crawling earth.

Impregnated debris,

Mundane, ashen ossified matter,

A suppressed desolate abyss:

Obliterated;

Shrouded;

Monstrous;

Deprivation.

Piteous;

Mortifying;

Catacomb;

An eternal macabre crater.

Unredeemed;

Nomadic marrow;

Eradicated to unknown existence.

Candelstine:

A perpetual vacuum,

of mass affliction.

Desolate;

Desert;

Forlorn void;

Unparalleled.

Demonic wraith,

Dormant,

Mid the charcoal fragments

of extinction.

Contrived by mortals,

Condemned by the mortified

A foresaken coffer...

Death is the equality we all share. And those that use their power (be it money or status) to take lives (be it in solitude or masses) shall one day be nothing more than ossified matter in their eventuality of unfathomable depression in their own forsaken coffer.

Whether God in some form or other exists we may wonder but the devil for sure is alive and walks amongst us.