And into asylum, like a great black engine roaring to eternity, ravaging the already benighted landscape in it's savage molevolent pressence.
And within the leagons of the truly damn; Insanty, sheer and stark, and once in human form now torn and gutted by eons of glutted indulgence.
Their bloodlust flecking the oily walls, living the shreiks of victoms insnared, hanged, drawn, and quartered by the serpent's squalled wrythings,
This is the place I have not wanted to dream of and the dream is now the place I partly live through....