Buttress - Inferno, Pt. 2

No peace in the Valley
There shall be no relief from this great weight
With grief we made haste to the gateway
"Abandon all hope ye who enter here" read the inscription
My vision filled slowly with tears
Minutes turn into years
The voice of One crying out in the wilderness
This pilgrimage has only begun
People lend me your ears, fill your hearts with fear
Make penance, for with vengeance...
Night draws near

Tell me who's that writing?
John the Revelator
I labor to put down my blood onto paper
Gave me a crown made of Ursa Major
They made her --
The Harlet in Scarlet
I'm taking naps between anxiety attacks
I'm trying to relax
Smoke grass fertilized off the backs of corpses
Trodden by horses, there were four of them --
Conquest, Famine & War
And one more -- named Death
The depth of my breadth is unmet
I'm becoming unraveled on the road less traveled
I know Jesus wept
But I abhor the Lord
Fell on my sword
Forever slept