punished
by
god

no invite

insight in me
my demency
beyond the wombs grave

tortured souls scream throught my dungeon
a legion of grim hostages desfleshed prisoners
cutting into pigment sprurts of thin blood
never satisfying christs captives of torment

no whips and no chains
dolor and nostalgia infects
a dissease of cranial rotting
your worse enemy enslaved within

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