The Descent To Malebolge Poem by Derek Kuborn

My eyes are filled with wonder
When the demons take me under.
I cant help but to haunt her
With my former drinking brother.
I pray that I am mistaken
And that hell wont be awakened.
I flaunt my sins like I am Satan,
Whispering my thoughts to the pagans.

It's time to live like we are dieing.
Crucifixes are symbols for my tease.
And I'm fretting on what we call tiny.
The little children and their beliefs for rhyming.

I kept a quarter of my life in transit
Waiting for the men to become Hamlet.
And I'm dressing myself as gambit,
touching the women with my samson.
I heard a voice tell me I'm a death wish
And to carry my loved ones with my red fists.
I'm Sylvester and you are a catfish.
And we'll play this game until i can catch this.

It's time to die like we are hellbent,
Crucified with symbols on my wrists
And I'm tempting those who are present.
The little people and their little heaven.