7h

wings, I feel wingslike the semen of god on my facehere is the proof of his love in my lifestuck like a whore in his brothel of lightbio-constellations of chastity in whitethey saturate my voice to influence my choiceenigmatic shards of a crystallized skythey gave me every reason for feeling bluefaith, I lose faithto the empty remains of the crossnow I am chained to this circus of death in vainpraying to the emptiness for a mockery of paincursed be ye for sowing all this dyingyour prophecies will burn for all their lyingoblivion still reigns upon your chosenit's sad to see them run to meet the fallenthey're still bleeding from your killing