salvation’s fire
etched
into culprit’s waxy skin,
belching;
bursting,
brandished power of old –
the forlorn
seek shelter
in dying wombs,
belief;
upside down
and left to rot.
salvation’s fire
etched
into culprit’s waxy skin,
belching;
bursting,
brandished power of old –
the forlorn
seek shelter
in dying wombs,
belief;
upside down
and left to rot.
there is a feel of buk breathing in this one. nice i’d say !!
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