spires.arms stretched skywards as spires to heaven. this welcoming golden gas chamber with outstretched arms swallows all hope of retribution with poison breath and blackened tongue. embrace this coming tormet. lungs burning as newly scorched wings sear the flesh of a thousand blistered backs. mouths raised in prayer to the sky, dying screams met by response of demon's march. these captured angels facing furnace like lies told to the face of true love, the goddess she lied to us all. this coughing blood flows to the plug in trickles like floods. the quiet sweeping clean the air of the suffering that infects it, flows into my ears. this purest silencspires.
sure. x
Dark prose eh?
i like.
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Is your refrigerator running? Because if it is, it's running like you, homosexually!
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I am Koala.
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