Sense not

The Locusts Swarmed Upon The Lonely Old guy Screaming for Mercy,
He Was so lonely And Heart broken.
So He thought for a Second That a Life of Misery Could Still Deserve Some Retribution.
He Wasn't Conceived as that, as the Lord's words were not To be Rebutted.

And Pain an anguish showered him,
Heart borne to no Faith.
 He Accepted his Fate.
And Then he went.
With Nothing Great to Recount For His own existence.

 Into the abyss.

Dark and Endless as Human's Hate and stupidity.

A different Kind of Abyss where he could Transcend and be free.
Where the Pure Where Pure and the Wicked laid fearful upon the sword,

A Sword that Shed No Blood nor Slain a single wound.
But Punished wasted souls, That feed upon, pain.

-Sir Can you order please? you are Holding the line...

- Oh yeah A double cheese burger please....