Clenched claws and lusted gaze
Broken Heart and storming rage
Bleeding chest and fallen hopes
Burnt to ashes, a trusted emotion
“The lust for love’s eternity
Craving for a trust
Thy shalt not be tempted, Son
Else thou suffer”
Brooding eyes and trickling tears
Weeded guilt and spawning fears
Swollen bones and bleeding flesh
Murdered by self, surviving hope
“Fallen unredeemed,to temptaions
Disgracing the comandment of eternal despair.
What thou sow is, Son
What thou reap.”
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
Reeking breath and smoking blood
Blurry vision and demented thoughts
Dying pulse, an oncoming vain.
“An advent without an end
A quest for pain’s mortal limit.
What thou seeketh, Son
Of thyself?”
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