The layers of skin and sheaths
To cover what lies within.
A heart of stone
and a core of darkness
exists dipped in misanthropy.
Whilst the armor moves,
darkness sprinkles down.
It leaves a trail of iniquity
as it goes by on its way
To the permanent sleep of death.
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 12:11 PM UTC
The layers of skin and sheaths
To cover what lies within.
A heart of stone
and a core of darkness
exists dipped in misanthropy.
Whilst the armor moves,
darkness sprinkles down.
It leaves a trail of iniquity
as it goes by on its way
To the permanent sleep of death.
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