A gut-wrenching sentiment.
Laid to rest thick inside the basin of my entity.
Iron hot, pungent, and burning.
It felt like molten lead being cemented within.
I let out several hushed howls of agony.
It seared and felt heavy, absolutely devastating.
Listening for the angel choir, the promised land we were taught to live by.
Instead ripples of unjust laws raged beneath and showered us in false convictions.
Realizing now our values were only coping mechanisms made to keep us in line.
Distraught and hysterical we clambered around a blood thick jungle and vowed to make it out alive.
That to was a false pretense.
Instead, we succumbed to nature's desires and became trifling beasts.
- we are each our own Devil, and we make this world our hell.