Mine is the kingdom

Mine is the playground of nails and rust
Mine is the diamond
crushed to dust
Mine is the wasteland at its center a cross
Mine is fates toll
I pay for unbridled lust
Mine is he abstract for which I am bled
like lightning which burns
the truth in my head
Mine won't be found for mine is what's lost
Mine is the kingdom
of sorrow and frost
Mine is a crown of bared wire and snakes
worn as a penance
for losing my faith
Mine is a throne twisted and burned
Mine are the lessons
from heathen I've learned
Mine knows not the glory, a shadow filled lake
no one dares visit
with so much at stake
Mine is the kingdom where the damned are held dear
mine is the kingdom
               the kingdom of fear