Creatures Of The Doomed

Those ungrateful, And living to inflict sins upon one another... Are soon to discover, Much more than just discomfort. To bear as they weep in sorrows returned. They will not be pardon for such misappropriation, Of their deeds whirlpooling in degradation. Or unconscionable acts committed... Only a demon would be left pleased, To see this vortex whipping people to their knees. These are not those days, To be one of self praise to vent intentions Meant with such craze! Treason for reasons to condemn humanity... Will have souls like this, Suffering eternally in a morbid unhappiness. For crimes that brought them limited bliss... To dwell in a hell in relentless punishments, As they drift from a remorse that gathers endorsements. Stay tuned... Creatures of the doomed, Will have their day. Judged for misdeeds... That did not leave Watchers unseen pleased. Cloaked as they are, And absorbing this draining pain. Awaiting to unleash this, Upon the deserving culprits!