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. something turns inside my stomac

Marching horror

. .somethimg churns inside me broken

Remnants of slaughter ..lumbering in misery

Visceral gouged vision

...led in chains the blind will see….

All face hell

Eyes wide pryed from rattled skulls sunken shell

After sorrow turns

to emptiness

White iron boils wet gel, cauterized eyes eclipsed

All face him

Sadistic slaver of senses with

a sullen grin

Falling to my knees i choke, bespoke is the pain, suited in clotted shame

No more need for words,

Limbs shaking doth explain Explain

Falling to my knees i choke, bespoke of the flame, he who has renderd me this way

Shuffling mumbling stumbling through heat n cold

Broken soles carry broken bones Cast off into anihillation

On goes this march of mutilation

All face hell

The scent of oozing flesh guiding the path

Sight is spoken broken blinded by flame

A dance macabre A waltz of the lame

Embrace hell

Through taste and touch you fumble and bend

Sight is spoken broken blinded by flame

A marche macabre A waltz of the lame

Invert the charge of the coat of arms you bear

Stain the Fess with sanguine crusted tears