Heaven calls with a thunderous jolt.
The spine of subtle heart beats break under pressure.
My insane prophesy
Spider cyanide wrapped in candle wax.
The judgement of somber masters behind closed church doors.
The sirens wale of destruction coming to pass. The cold yolk of foster children petrify in the iron plateau.
Coal marks on a blackboard read ;
"Oh sad stranger mark the words of your beloved Isuelt"
Yearning is the journey
The night sky fell and the goose that laid the golden egg flew toward the vanishing sun. Hell has come for you. Lest anyone else cares to intrude, your home awaits.
She placed the shackles on my feet.
Hell could not take me now.
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