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Oct 2013
Fiery and hot
the burning sensation of flames tingle my body
as I fall down from Earth.

I am falling

into a lonely abyss of demons and Pagans
gnawing on one anothers flesh, trying to grasp the taste of virtue.
The taste that never existed, the taste they crave.

the demonic apparitions haunt me while I fall

reaching, and seizing for my soul.

I am falling, and I'm going to hell.
Emily Mary
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Emily Mary
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