As I enter the gates of dispair, a constant smell of burning flesh taints the air, creatures devouring souls for wat they are worth NOTHING!! for there is no value of life after the cut of a knife has ended it, i look around for a place to sit and think About why ive poured… Continue reading “MY TORMENT”
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Battle on a Star
Bloodshed on a battlefield of a battle fought upon a star, The calls of death and mourning, Feeling that all hope is far, You cry out a shrill warning. Can you smell the rot and decay? I can smell the burning flesh. A moments smile of dismay As you’re caged by iron-mesh.
BLooD STaiNeD SKieS…
The Lord gave his only son for our mortal souls With mercy he lets us grow But yet one day you should know He will judge are tainted souls