Apocalyptic Saturday

people have been lost to the beast within
no holy grain of dust resides in
only the hunger and the lascivious greed

lust is running down their fingers
beastly eyes are eating souls
red ironed spears are slaying hearts
hell in an earthy picture

garbage pus in and out their carcases
smells lingering heavily with putrefying mists
devils smile in every corner
alluring angels with new powders
heaven found on the bottom of the pot

Ugly scene… who does fear evil
rivers are flammable these days
the church bells are not freezing any hell

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