in the beginning
darkness…a void…then creation
the heavens, the earth, the seas, and stars
several pages in the book later
the shameful intoxication of Satan
took over and ran amuck in Gethsemane
Gabriel is in great need of a thrashing
slumbering, only to wake for sin related spreads.
pious bastard, wings do not make one forgiven.
it sickens me greatly, so please sir, hold my hat.
i’m going to hang myself, flaws and all
from the chapel’s oddly shaped steeple.
'we can replay it all while lounging in hell…you disheveled little beast.' |
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