His sins have been marked by God
and his penance will be served in time
while his travels are recorded in the good book
that holds all his misdeeds from a heart that is cold.
Across the void of space
he cannot escape, he is lost.
It will find his trail cold
for he travels far and wide spanning a great space.
But the Spirit of Vengeance from God
has all the time
he needs. His destiny foretold and read in the Book
of those who are saved and lost.
He killed, cut, maimed and murdered. His conscience lost
and gone for the rest of time.
His victims cried and prayed to God
from the dungeons of his horrible space.
Their terror made his blood run cold
and he kept the details in his book.
Thankful to no one, he blamed them all the time
he kept smiling, little by little his soul lost
to become darkness without hope. So cold
his hatred and his pain so deep only God
could see and find in all that space
the good little boy who loved to read His Book.
Once he was small and closed off in a smaller space
and without his mother’s warm embrace he was cold.
A sickness came and befell him for a time
leaving him alone and tired. He looked for His Book
for comfort, but found it lost.
It was then he started to turn from god.
He sought and found one day a different book.
One that showed his eyes fearful things in the space
of the pages. The things depicted weren’t from God
and weren’t meant to escape from Hell’s vaults. The time
had come though for the evil one to embrace life. The cold
confines of his body drained of love, his innocence lost.
He erupted from time and space, enveloped in cold
hatred and sin lost from the pages of the Book of God.
