A praying wall of demons and archangels
Whisks me away to a foreign land,
That of a cathedral
With sacramental duties and religious beliefs.
An echo of silence stirs up vivid pasts
And interpenetrates the world
With sorrow and loss.
I walk the land of empty promises
Where conversion's ever-present
And devil worshippers are holy.
Crusafix set ablaze daily
And martyrdom is encouraged,
This place is consumed with
Trepidation  introduced by mephistophelian lucifers.