The Inner Sanctum Poem by John Ackerman

Moloch set to march in the parade at night was the head demon in his brigade
Satan was laughing spread his wings that day the bottom fell out in the bowels of hell
Yet there is a great story to which to tell about two lovers on their prom night
Intense fighting ensued with the pair in what to wear not willing to share
Satan came to them with an invitation to join him in the inner sanctum

Moments wold pass as they would glance at each other and decided to join
it was a hot seat that they were met prepared for the journey beyond the bend
Each met Molech as he guided them into the city of burning torment & disorder
the whinding interpass where they came full circle was met with dreams lost in flight
The couple embraced each other thinking they were in a safe place but to no avail

Da tre sup venture Oktum se fret the journey was madness sorrowful souls lost in the undertow
After a period of time the pair knew there fate headed forth in the lake of fire to quench their deisire
like Romeo & Juliet set together in eternity the inner sanctum was brutal not a good place to venture...

At last they asked Molech to let them be set free after much delegation their request was granted.
Never again will they venture in the inner sanctum freedom has a real power and name
Da tre pas met Ofter tres begon we can count on Molech he elped us when we were done
Smiles of glee cause we were finally set free