I'm trapped in a dry, desert land.
The town empty, save for a few.
All have been sacrificed away.
soon i will have face the pit.

Treacherous sandy walls sloped steep.
Those cast in do not really die.
That would be too kind, too sublime.
No one ever leaves that stark pit.

Is it a vision of the past?
Or a dark future yet to come?
Are we heading to bleak despair?
Welcomed only to the doom pit.

If we're lucky perhaps mob bosses
will cast unwanted bodies there.
Then, perhaps, we could ignore it,
a sad and unworshiped black pit.