Departure of the Spirit

The sky is painted crimson with the blood of Saints; my ears ring with their anguish as their stripes are presented before mine eyes.   Tears and terror piss turn the earth to sludge. Lamentation rises unto the Heavens on smoke and sulfer. The Spirit has left this place, the driving force towards what is deep, deeper than flesh can go. No purification can cleanse this place. War cries ring aloud in the mountain tops; my Soul from within its cage screaming let me out.