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Misery
I’ve been laid to rest in eternities of cold.
Death vents no warm breaths…
The rigor mortis of my cadaver
constricts my song’s once soulful pipes.
They say Hell is hot… oh, contrary!
The inferno keeps no dancing flames,
my abyss tis’ one of petrified eyes of icy realism!
Tormenting stares forever…
Death vents no warm breaths…
The rigor mortis of my cadaver
constricts my song’s once soulful pipes.
They say Hell is hot… oh, contrary!
The inferno keeps no dancing flames,
my abyss tis’ one of petrified eyes of icy realism!
Tormenting stares forever…
Published 20th Oct 2020
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