Flayed skin prevails
Rational thoughts fail
Divided by skin
Hell unfolds within
Then chains appear
(To) wrap you in fear
Eyes turn pale
All senses fail
Let Him in
Be his friend
13 steps ahead
Souls are led (beyond)
One final token
Words remain unspoken
Visual horror prevails
Mortal life fails
The Great Architect speaks to me:

“Inverse your fall from grace. Let your hand seek the box of nails”