No hope,
Nothing of faith to be had, A plague upon the wishful hope thinking of every and all the stars, Villain shrouded in clouds of darkness be my name, A poet who attempted and cried out for aimlessly more, Yet abandoned by any warmth through life empowered by the sinking prejudice ship called home.
In lieu of,
Kissing the fire.
Hell I... Hath,
Come!
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