hangs a cradle above the ground
and flowing under this black thing
is a river of untold make
this river is made of black blood
taken from the sinners flood
and burning flames run across the ground
leaving every thing unsound
o let me tell you of this thing
that holds in it all the pain
of millions of sinners shames
this cradle of bone and blood
witch hangs over the Sinners Run
o what does this cradle hold
what hells come from its fold
let me tell of the pain
of what you would see in side this thing
laying in the cradles holds
is a baby of untold mold
this creature of Satan's love
is a beast of hells blood
and with it does it bring all fear
and death and sorrow, and hatred's real
this cradle hidden in the fields of hell
has brought with it all the tales
of darkness death and sorrows plight
and here I am awake again
taken from my dreaming realm
because all I can see
is Sins Cradle over a black sea...
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why do all the girls that i meet write peotry? lol