3And Then A Dead Squirrel Was Added To My List Of Sins…
A cold hand grips my heart
As my vision darkens.
I am dragged down
To a cold world
Of eerie blue light.
Death has taken me
To the lowest of the icy Hells.
On a throne of dark despair
The ruler of these barren,
Icy fields sits.
He coldly laughs,
For my soul will forever
Be caged down here,
With chains harder
Than the strongest steel.
A shiver runs down my spine,
As my eyes freeze with crystal tears.
Desolation enshrouds my soul;
Never shall I see
Heaven's blessed light.
Why did I run over that damn squirrel?