Pile the Dead

Hell Before Hell

He was a disgraceful man with a plan to be unfaithful to his woman. How ungrateful that he would do something so distasteful to his boo.

So I opened a hole to the back of his skull to check what this imbecile was thinking. But there was nothing to see but his busted brains and a puddle of blood leaking out of his veins.

You see, I'm not a bad guy. I saved her from his lies. So why would it be incomprehensible that I would do something so sensible? Praise me. I'm a hero, an incredible intellectual.

Like a cop, I only get rid of the unneeded. I could lock them up, or make them defeated. They pleaded and pleaded, but I only smile. These awful sinners will be here for a while.

This is your Hell before Hell. You're in my basement until, I free your souls for Satan to take. He's shaking, he aches. He can't sleep, he's awake. He cries every time I make his bones break.

So many men acting like women. I walk to Ben and slowly stick my pen in him. He can't exactly cry because he has no eyes, he tries not to fight because I'll stick him again.

It's so thrilling if you're willing to get that feeling while you're filling a bucket of blood as you're killing. Yet some call it chilling if you're drilling a neck as it's spilling, but for me it's fulfilling when you're refilling another bucket of blood.

I'm not a collector, but I do like some parts. Like the sweet nectar of a hateful mans heart. I am the inspector, the selector of what I get. If I say I like your finger, then it is a threat.

I love what I do, and I do it for you. I'm saving you all from their unholy deeds. They don't care about anyone, only themselves. They sin to please their own needs. So I go around the room, doing the things I do, watching these men bleed.

Sure, you could call me the Devil, just like a sinner would, but I'd put you on my level, and that wouldn't be good...

for you.