B a r r e n W a s t e l a n d
B y : J u s t W r i t e r
I see a barren wasteland.
There is no food, no water, and no friends to share your hardships with.
On that wasteland, is a giant diamond structure appealing to any eye, any spirit could fall prey to.
There are spirits crying out in the flames of their own lonely cubby holes, the fire perfecting the diamonds and hurting you.
The devil's loyal fallen angels guard you in silence, while you are the kindling of this awful fire.
The devil walks by and blames you for the bad things you've done.
The more sin you've committed, the hotter the flame burns, in this barren wasteland.