So easily placed,nfor your foot to meet this hidden devicenTo know my true emotions are inside it,ndevouring you in flames, to see you burn is nicennThe smoke rises,nso does your boiling skinnThe cryptic stench,nincreases the demon withinnnA blinding pool of blood,ncollects dirt, infecting beyond belief,nFace down on cement,nbody parts arranged in such griefnnThe smoke rises,nso does your boiling skinnThe cryptic stench,nincreases the demon withinnnA launch to a new life,nyet the direction is heading down,nBurning in hell,nin pain you will drown