Lower Than Hell

I would kneel down to beseech for locusts

Nothing shall be left in the end

For the devil can walk the earth as blood and flesh

To bury the remains at the edge of the earth

With no headstone or epitaph

I beseech for this world to purge

Wipe off the face of the earth

Nothing shall be left in the end

Only the horizon to be seen and the borders are the crystal seas

Someplace somewhere I can live, not just hide then rise above