Endless Aeons of desolation
Planes driven by lack of cultivation
Dismal abyss of a bright dead nothing
A plagued hollow place of suffering
Cries to your god go unheard, nothing will bring you desired means,
you will die in agony.
A clear, cold promise of hope, taken away by those far gone
A hate grown from decades of anguish,
you must end the lives of those who suffer
A quick end to a long worthless life
All who sought a promising future must die in agony by your hand
A dry, desolate, wasted existence, devoid of any purpose or meaning,
Realization has come that it is now
The time to realize your life's journey
Spill the blood of the suffering to complete the circle of the end
the only duty now is to spill your blood unto the nether