There I was, standing and still
Standing before the Council of Thirteen
Punishing without any mercy
Judging the sinful and obscene
Those who beat and kill
Will die by this hellish clergy
Standing at the podium before them
Before me, towering and tall
Sat perched on thrones of brimstone
Judges of the dead, judges of them all
Waiting for sinners to condemn
Have appearances unknown
Thirteen sat before me
Wrath, Sloth, and Greed
Lust, Pride, and Envy
Gluttony, Melancholy, and Vanity proceed
Treachery, Fraud, and Hersey oversee
And then Limbo, the death of many
Their eyes pierced through my soul
Seeing my sinful spirit
And the wrongs of my life
Not the least bit depraved and explicit
A puppet under its control
For which I have caused much strife
As they converse amongst themselves
I stand, stuck and caught in my crimes
Awaiting my ultimate judgment
Tortured and suffering until the end times
No forgiveness seen in any of the realms
My existence to be interment
The thirteen stop and stare back
Reaching their final verdict
I take my last breath
As they tell me I am imperfect
A figure appears in black
His name, Death
