*Tmarie*

the sweet smell of sin

Life...is but a mirage

Soft echoes of endless hymns
Swallow bullets like sleeping pills
Crying out
Hidden inside
A broken, bloated beast
My mind
Betraying doubt
A wounded battlefield
Bloody where thunder brims
Wild hunger wills
A flocking pride
Consumed,
All prey feast
The smell of the axe
Their devout, decaying shield

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