the sins not meant to be kept, overflowing.
Souls adrown,
souls adrift,
souls athirst,
they never want—
except
for rest, peace, repose—
silence.
Exhaustion,
loud and terrifying.
A fire must be made—
burn down the churches,
save all the witches.
No glory in salvation
without murder and damnation.
Stray further—
stray further.
We are the ones,
truly begotten
of the rage of God.
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