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Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #1915913
Another tribute to Baudelaire, this is a vision of my fate in Hell.
Wretched and broken, as pitiful Cain,
I’ll live in my sin and die with my stain,
Destined for a foul and shining reign,
Forever the Almighty’s eternal bane.

A seed will descend, a root will grow,
Vile thorns yield beside a crimson flow.
Even in Darkness, you reap what you sow,
Deep in the wood, with an anguished glow.

From desolate skies, a burning rain falls,
Choirs of Chaos chant in horrid halls,
In wicked unity, lamentations for all,
Looming above, for black Heaven we call.
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