Below There's A Bucket

Below There's A Bucket

hidden below the deep dark extremities of the afterlife
 there is a bucket
 many choose to dismiss this but I must clearly confess
 it is put there for the many tears to flow
 just underneath the barbed wire existence
 hidden in the undertow
 a lost world where sin will go
 burning debris of sulfur from the serpent
 demonic emblems unleashed to create havoc
 underneath the false hidden garb of lies
 the bucket at times will change its colors from grey to black
 when its fully under attack
 the weeping, wailing & gnashing of teeth
 not a good way to go in its vast misery
 why does one equate logic with fear
 I shed a single tear to numb its inner pain
 the outside world is totally insane
 Below there's a bucket to catch fallen fears
 it holds the sullen brevity of what is of negativity
 in my vast dream I saw it turning
 while lost souls were suddenly burning
 to quench the desire for Satanic clamor
 shattered with lone disaster you must be prepared
 to meet in the great here after
 below there's a bucket full of dread
 what is going on inside are head
 falling angels in search of blood
 the vast expanse of a real gulf fix
 getting caught up in the mix
 with a pilgrims progress we are to tread
 this among the walking dead lying in bed
 a final tear was dropped inside the bucket
 the sounds of immense silence prone with violence
 it's not a good place to go to tell
 this place called the living hell