web of lies to cover your web of desires kept me in the dark away from the hearth of the fire I gave you my heart and you threw it into the fire blew our chances like a match, kept me as an option So I let it rain hellfire and watched your towers fall my pride made me destructive I found solace in the destruction you played me like a record but I am onto the next track you sound like a broken record, need to sit with the lack caught in the crossfire, I did everything right but you manipulate me out of spite want to have all the options, both pieces of cake I cannot wait for you to meet the same fate.
our weariness is waxing from these fiery, hellish universes— these same sick, fiery, hellish verses rendered out of vile fiends’ lips liar, liar—the price required is a mere soul’s harrowing worth satan’s spires, hounding hell-fire—i wonder, does he cede the cost of his hostile mirth?
i was in the shower earlier and i kept turning the temperature up up up until the water felt like beads of fire scorching their way through my skin bringing comfort to the blood pumping through my veins again
and i wondered to myself if perhaps the reason i felt so at peace in the pain was because i was missing my true home down down down in the raging depths of hell
Cutting through the darkness with a blade burning in an ominous yet in scarlet reddish tone, roaring as if it had the strengh of thunder. The wielder in pure fury, swinging, swaying it around to pierce through the sinning gaze of the inhabitants of that place. It is a true blade of banishment, viscious, without mercy or kindness, raging evermore in an unending, continous rampage, gaining stengh. Of course, one wouldn't expect any mercy but purgatory on this cruel and also blood drenched battlefield in which only sorrow is reaped. But whereabouts of the heart already have been burnt away, As the warped moon embraces the shadows of the fools, The end had been brought near on that day which mortals fear, Heat being spread with each slash, likely to set the soil ablaze, Thus is the strengh of a sword which holds in a world of nightmares, likely to never desired to be ever seen before