The Visitation

Come and witness the glory
Of my sole territory
This land between hatred and grudge
Which gave birth to thousands of genocide
Located somewhere near the Gulf of Hell
Where creatures great and and small dwell
Come and visit me
I'll treat you with hospitality
Sit on my contaminated couch
Where you'll be entertained
By the melodious symphony of wickedness
Adore my vicious wallpapers
Venerate on the magnificent malice
Of my unique collection of gruesome paintings
Praise the glorious vileness
Of my ancient tapestries
Warm yourself near the hearth
Where the flames of hell emerge
Step all around the malevolent carpet
And browse through the rancorous magazines
Written by death
Read the spooky books where creepy tales come to life
Eat every poisonous desserts
Indulge in every venomous drinks
Sleep on the bed of the deceased
Comfort yourself on the bath
Where many a chopped head sat
Do anything you want
Make yourself feel at home..
Just remember
When the grandfather clock strikes twelve
When the pendulum swings back and forth
And you hear that eerie noise
You should recite your psalms
Collect your faith
And pray that you won't faint
For tomorrow
..You will never see the sun
No one with a head
Comes out through the door
No one escapes this place alive
Not even a single soul..