inside mother's gut,
fury of hell ferments within immortal souls,
- our life's voice singing without light -
listen.....angelic hymns scorched,
sulfuric dreams taste bitter without faith,
- heaven releases satan's bride -
inside mother's gut, fury of hell ferments within immortal souls, - our life's voice singing without light -
listen.....angelic hymns scorched, sulfuric dreams taste bitter without faith, - heaven releases satan's bride - Author notesI would like 10 people to pen me 30 words of wonder.
Picture Credit: Haunted_by_BloodRosesCollection
Theme:
After the rapture, my faith believes there will be destruction upon left-behind souls
Mother's gut def: The insides of Mother Earth.......Hell -
Satan's bride def: Anti-Christ - A contest entry
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