My body is the vessel in which your story shall be known
Pages of flesh, written into decay and eventually, the earth
My soul, laden with the stains of my own admonishment is where your sins will be laid to bear
When the hands approach thrice, vengeance will be so swift
When the arm reach up for the trinity, the viscous brutality of my vengeance will be unmatched if not only by it's own depravity and indifference
When the clock strikes three, and the darkness of your chambers begin to close in all around you and you hear the whispers of what you already knew
It will be in that moment, in the moment that is yours and yours alone that you will know
Apr 5, 2024
Apr 5, 2024 at 1:46 AM UTC
My body is the vessel in which your story shall be known
Pages of flesh, written into decay and eventually, the earth
My soul, laden with the stains of my own admonishment is where your sins will be laid to bear
When the hands approach thrice, vengeance will be so swift
When the arm reach up for the trinity, the viscous brutality of my vengeance will be unmatched if not only by it's own depravity and indifference
When the clock strikes three, and the darkness of your chambers begin to close in all around you and you hear the whispers of what you already knew
It will be in that moment, in the moment that is yours and yours alone that you will know
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