I sit in a house of hypocrisy
A Gym of Deceit and consuming zeal
Mesmerized by a vermilion waterfalls ecstasy
as inner crimson rain ripples through me
Distorted voices echo through the air
Their gluttonous indulgences amuse me
The earth calls and the sea beacons
The pebbles that line the Left-Hand path sparkle
I feel the twitching and stitching against my arm
A voice, that of Diana vibrating in my ear.
Sheltering me from their corruption.
And thors Hammer safeguarding my mind.
