Turbulence

Afflicted with vices

of the anti-christ

 

Hard to sleep at night,

with the horrors processing

 

Devil like pleasures distract

the mind from this hell

 

But soon the sound of a rooster,

awakens the soul back to the war,

 

Turbulent days of torture,

bringing nothing but pain,

 

Rewards of thorns,

payment in blood,

 

Evil all around,

temptations abound,

 

Spiritual oppression,

lack of motivation

 

Leaking blood,

pale flesh

 

Ice cold,

no light

 

 

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