Denmad

I wonder if it's true what they sayin the books of Job for the deadrotten flesh, so what's next? Elysium is it there?Or is it all just a deceit?am I damned? Will I ever be able to goback where I came from?tell me someone is it meant to be so cruel now?solemn thoughts are misusedat last it falls, the grey curtain for my souland I feel that I‘ve been deceivedthe light of my life is dimfull of lies that will make me bleedthe last time I criedfor innocence unspoiledI felt that she had to diedancing lights in my head driving me insanedon't tell me what I should believedrawn before me the sins that haunt mea naughty parade of guiltit was a boring day like the otherswhen my body was stripped of my soulthe flesh was sore and the mind was twistedwhen they decided that I should pay the tollas I walk through these forsaken landswhere soulless people are soldall I have is in my empty handsand I'm left all alone and coldI wonder if there's a god or a demon devoid of faithto tell me what did I do to join the denmad?