WHISPERS OF THE DAMNED

In whispers of the past, I hear

Unrighteous deeds that bring us fear

Consumed by darkness, lost in night

Abundance of sin, a woeful sight

Wickedness abounds, a heavy heart

Vanity and pride, a toxic start

Corruption spreads, a deadly stain

Desolation reigns, a world in pain

Troubled minds, a searching soul

Humility lost, a distant goal

Destruction near, a warning sign

Darkness closes in, a desperate time

Delight in evil, a wicked thrill

Contempt for good, a deadly still

Desolate landscapes, a barren ground

Oppressed and weary, a sorrowful sound

Unjust and fearful, a troubled mind

Tremble with anger, a heart left behind

Guilty and condemned, a woeful fate

Wrath and mourning, a sorrowful state

Loathsome deeds, an abomination

Wickedness abounds, a desolate nation

Vengeance sought, a cycle of pain

Captivity and bondage, a heart in chains

Transgression and deceit, a deadly snare

Drought and famine, a barren lair

Vanity and pride, a toxic root

Unrighteousness reigns, a woeful fruit

Consumed by darkness, lost in night

Destruction near, a final sight

Fearful and trembling, a heart that's worn

Anger and wrath, a soul forlorn