A Casual Stroll Through The Lunatic Asylum

The halls reverberate with the howls of the mad

Shivering the spine as it makes him glad

Invading the realm of the truly insane

The planetary hopefulness of those too plain

Living in fear of those other deranged

One's own descent can be arranged

Falling against the walls for support

Searching feverishly, his breath short

Waiting for the wailing of the cursed to subside

They plead in a million voices for God to come inside

A horrible abscence of the deity they treasure

As he stumbles on, at their plight he finds pleasure

Remembering a laugh he falls to the floor

His mind's gone as he sees his name upon a door

Clinging desperately to a piece of his mind

As the visions increase, he becomes blind

Heading deeper into the land of the godless

Hands together hoping that they will hear him confess

Begging for release from this self-induced hell

From the hatred that put him in the cell

Losing his sense of surroundings as it fades

Hoping for an end to this horrific daze

In a rush of understanding he knows who's to blame

The father above, may he be consumed in flame

Lunatic ramblings, he cannot escape himself

Distancing from reality, his mind on a shelf

Vehement abhorrence, alone in time of need

Conspiracy created, a wish to spread the seed

Left alone, and forced to deal with his faith

Brings him to the conclusion that it may be too late

Abandoned by his lord and left here to rot

Look at what his years of devotion brought