The Diablo Motel


At the midnight hour
a vacancy sign blares on.
Insanity awaits as the forsaken
are drawn.
Into a nightmare
of unrelenting dread.
Behind the walls of a structure
that was built for the dead.
The corrupt who attempt to escape
to this place.
Are no more than parasites
living a life of disgrace.
Reality holds no bearing
here.
There is little connection
to Gods plan.
Like a plague unleashed
upon the earth.
It's sole purpose
is the destruction
of man.
So if your on the run
from Justice
and have blood on your
hands.
My advice to you is this
drop on by the Diablo motel.
Where you can disappear
into the abyss.

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