Notice the stench of a life lived in ruins, I speak-vent-full
the gods to worship entomb my sanity like Greek-temples
weak-elementals chained to bleak events that are mental
distorted dignity dragged dormant to doom distinct-detriments
of gentle genocide, sentimental suicides,
heated fortunes like the continental rise of the bluest tides
Hellonodic judgments like a jury to abrade the soul of a hellion
like starved lions feasting on slaves, just try to control the rebellion
divine to hell as an alien, life symbolic like the bell to trail again
darkness of collaged turmoil, resting tyranny on a pew of convention
It echoes to reverb, etched to recoil eschewed from RedemptSIN
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Submission Name: RedemptSIN
