Out From The Depths

From out of the depths I hear you...

YOU, who dare cries foul!...

Do YOU not know where you reside NOW?...

Do you not know what fate awaits...

Your life of pestilence, greed and hate...

O' how you will suffer in death as those who suffered in life?...

Without warmth, or love to ease the strife...

So Cry out! Cry out loud all you wish, NO prophet or saint can save you from this!...

This is HELL!...

and NO, not by some divine Spell, but rather by your own hand as your fortune will soon prey-tell.