Hell Microcosm.

Stripped of elemental virtue
bare anemic
desolate spiritual wasteland this hue is doom
birds only squawk
no melody to thought
everything crawls
now halt and mimic death
skies of grinding metal empires
snarling at this pause

Do better shrieks the infinite.

The limbless salute with vigor
rivers never ran away until now
so rise the mud whose domain is souls and minds
dirty the home of self
indiscriminate eternal rains fall
gutters run where rivers wait expectantly
one body swirling filth.