Welcome to The final Floor

What was wrong? Where was the line?
Drawn with steel, red on white canvas.
Why did he do it? What was his reason.
The world that trapped his soul corrupt.

This place is of eternal judgment,
why do the children fear abyss?
There you are judged once,
either way torture reigns indefinate.

This must have been his reason.
The knowledge the inside means nothing.
This world is ruled by fear.
Fear of indifference among men.

Though nay are they really men.
They are a curse of darkness.
He felt them creep up from his feet,
matching the beat of his heart.

He couldnt take the anguish,
He had no healing, no aid.
He felt the darkness overwhelm him,
and destroy him from the core.

Tortured by a torturer, marked by the beasts sign,
nay could he escape this worlds scorn and fury.
His unconscious soul corruption ruined many.
Their feeble minds not prepared for the truth.

He must have seen this place for its truth,
lifted the veil that plagues us in shadow.
"The truth is out there", so says the blind man.
Though the high one healed him not.

All he saw was of his own accord,
Not conveyed by others beliefs.
In his end a choir sang,
Welcome to the final floor.