HomecomingIt is not deathHomecoming by ihuuhi
we are afraid of,
It is the disturbing
warm tongue of our
ego drunk on self-deception.
The great father in green
cape always stands still
with arms open for salvation.
We are both removed from
the uncomfortable ticking,
planted far away from the
scene, analyzing it like an
outsider yet our focus is
kidnapped by the private
universes crushing brutally
ZaqqumThe accursed angel weptZaqqum by MalevolentMalek
Beneath the withering tree
Of Zaqqum, He remembered his former
Prominent place then he spake:
"Why hast thou forsaken me?
My bitter despair is my only true
Companion, If thou hadst any
Mercy you would spare me
But even if thou offered thy
Ameliorating hand, I prefer sovereign misery"
Infernal flames shined in his glowing eyes
As seething tears of scorn crawled
Down his dark crimson cheeks
His minute horns as tiny mountains
Pointed towards the graceful heights, he scowled
Wiping his tears with coarse palms
His heart seared with boundless despair
As he beheld the vast inferno
Rivers of molten fire traversed
Through the tortuous confinement
Sparkling flames adorned the prison of abjection
Elevating and diminishing with ghastly smoke
Cavities scattered throughout Hell
An abyss of illimitable anguish or mouth
Of a vicious beast, Gazing above he distinguish'd
The rough gates hardly croaked and remain
Embellished with fresh and torrid blood
Scarlet drops quietly fell h
WentImminent proclamation on the razor's handle, seductive heat does not swoon here, the guarded claws of static caress in tidal dystrophies that suture splayed wounds and recall the reverberation of defect.Went by SnowmenLikeToWrite
Lean striations of sickly charm and misty red freckles become her, grounding heaven's array to permanence, directing inconsolable vengeance in the castrated mobs of receptacle Hoods who chew reams of sand with toothless maws and admonish the fetishistic indulgence of warier persons.
They apply shadow like petroleum across the wrinkled desert make, their hands have been melted down and solidified by the unwavering sheer of harsh impediments that signify estate.
Wads of erroneous pulp that sprout slender bones like masquerade spokes, gaudy and dense as candle wax.
They wipe their cropped abdomens and with mud and gold.
She enters unwed in the consolidated radio of designation and proponent evil, a slanted crown of brunette is pulled back in a pony-tail, chivalrous locks of hair are bleac
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