I see a place with no fires
Yet, it's full of depression and pain.
Where the haunted wish for death
And the weaklings taunted in vain.
The screams echo through my concsious,
Through the day and through the night.
Its windows, although in the path of the sun
Has never shined any light.
The Devil's young minions play in ignorance,
Blissfully wasting the hours away.
They cut and mutilate dead animals
Just as they are about to decay.
The children ask with blank expressions
"Oh Father, why don't you love me?"
Then Satan rises from his throne and says,
"God has no need for thee."
I turn away from the Devil's mockery
To something more eccentric.
A kid hanging himself with his own entrails,
Witnessing this made me sick.
But do not worry about my well being,
For this is an experience that's all well known.
And although there are many more monstrosities in this place,
In two words, I sum it up as "My home".