ote: This poem was originally posted on my Patreon account on October 2nd of 2018. I am currently posting a new poem to my patreon account each day for patron exclusive reading and on this blog one week later for public viewing. If you’d like to see these poems when they are first put up then please consider pledging to my patreon page.
Overwhelming piercing pain strikes me down.
Never telling fearing the way it likes being thrown around.
Forever swelling and tearing up weights burning to the ground.
Whenever the bell rings the plate of the dead turn up in sound.
Simpler in Hell where sinners wait nearing the proud.
It’s all over when the knell tolls for all the hate yearning for ours.
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