Wednesday, October 9, 2019

Gentle Malice

Where is the murder?
Where is the joy?
Where does it go down?
Buried in malice
Shattered from grace

I know not
Where it goes towards
Hell is haven
Depravity is conscience
Wrath is sublimation in my eye

The teeth of hell
Bear at me
Knowing where I go down
Sending me to a shallow grave
I wither with spite

Showered in hellfire
Burned in holy-water
Blessed by a Horned God
Seared by a false prophet
Falling, we do ascend
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