Sickness deeply withering heavily. Struck muscles to expand and embrace. The ever glaring essence of heaven. I feel the shine the light of might. Dare not to bout my will decides. Heavy breath exiting devilishly, to take within the mist. The wretched mist to thrive in hunger. The feeding of the holy...the feast of blasphemy. No longer my soul will cry, the place so save i feel it dry. The blackened eye it fades deprived. Dead fields burst in hellish fire. Burning soil of holy ones light pale winter.
