A label to the crucified soul
Gather in here reply to my call
Gentleness and fragility emanate from you
I’m founding myself permeable in front of you
Your senses and all your strength
Divulged the fiend
He’s brutalized in front of you, the one of kind
Hell’s gate lies open
To the petrified imp, you’re weakening
Waning diminishing dwindling
Let it burn..that demon in the agony of my anger
Let its pain ring .. let its soreness ping
God knows I don’t enjoy it.. its just a transient satisfaction
That’s gonna plunge me into relief and liberation..
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