"The Line"

Blackened line,

Forgotten in time,

Tool of death and despair,

Keeps Good out of Evil’s lair.

You crossed the line,

Your soul is lost in time,

Your black heart is a sign,

That you’ve crossed the ominous line.

You are that soul’s devil,

Giving a Hell a new level.

It cries out to die,

But you leave its bloodstains to dry.

The point between evil and corrupt,

The ominous line,

The right to torture and murder,

Deeds remembered through time.

Blackened line,

Forgotten in time,

Return the soul alive,

But let it continue to strive.