Infernal

A resume of my own personal journal marching as I write with blood, if anyone should find this notebook of mine in the near or distant future, know that it all went not only downhill but through the earth's mantle and straight into whichever mythical infernal abyss that lays down there, I have little left to live for in my state as of now, such is the case in any day of the year, the landscape and the weather constantly change and so do people only difference is that while it may blossom with greenery on the vast plains of earth, mankind once they're corrupt they cannot be reversed back, seeking riches and hoarding treasures nothing will fill their bellies but the soil down in their eternal beds of rock and only then do they begin to see the error in their ways, tis' a simple story of when mother earth itself will not welcome any new comers no more, drenched in bloody guts of the neutral forces that wander aimlessly they were banished and cast onto the world of the living to shepherd among its residents like rabid wolves among lamb, cursing the land, or what's left of it..