ArmageddonThey are tormenting me Bending me to their will Their insidious whispers Are calling for the kill They are crawling through my mind Screaming for control Devouring my hope Armageddon on my soul.Armageddon
ChurchbellsThe smoke curled around her lungs Consumed her hope. The heat evaporated the tears Streaming down her cheeks. Only to be replaced With sweat seeping from her pores. Her clothing fed the fire Instilling joy within the bystanders. A radiant mane of silken red curls Began to encroach on itself. In its attempt to escape The rising flames. Once flawless skin Blackened as if charcoal. A scream to signal the final act The Churchbells of a burning witch.Churchbells
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