Saturday, March 31, 2012


Into the furnace I fall
But an empty vessel
Soul already captured
By the creatures of Hell
But why was I sent south?
Was I an unholy servant?
Was it just destiny?
Or was it something else?
Regardless, I am not at His hand
I feel only torture
And so I will take my lashes
In hopes of making myself worthy
To rise from Hell
And be by God's side

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