𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙞 , 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙝 , 
your bones are soaked in blood , just dripping as though you stepped in a red bath. each breath comes from the screams of those fresh out of war , your eyes a burning fire running across the forest. alcohol and cigarettes touch your lips so often ; your desperate attempt at a kiss . you have no use for your old sin. hell brings you nothing anymore . eyes that stare off with those that stare and whisper knowing something was off about you . well , , you are a demon after all. lucifers favorite . a general that burned any and all enemies in his way. oh how it is all in the past. how you have changed since then. hell isn't your home. you don't even have one .
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wrathism wrathism Jul 11, 2020 03:22PM
: : so comment below for a rare lightly happy one - liner or starter pretty please 
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