Gehenna Yawning

Surrounded by ugly beings,
Lying in the nest of filth,
Who will pick the fruits of evil
From the branches of my conscience?

Who is dying at this very moment,
While I'm dissolved in eras of perverted delights?

But raising my head,
There are only black branches spinning the web in the skies.

Black branch.
Desecrated crucifixes in dirt.
Bleeding angels over the battlefield.
And the horsemen are feeding their fury and lust
Waiting while I read The Names aloud.