Ashes Afterlife
Ash's afterlife, another elliptical ride behind the climb.
A course of strife, cursed by the past, forward in time.
The wanderer of worlds step aside the tracks onto paths laid over tombs,
Malevolent and malformed, misconstrued by literature words consumed.
Daylight that's not bright it's more like night without the empty space,
Moon bright is more likely to shroud facial features cast still in it`s place.
Grounded in roots, the symmetry decimates everything in chaos and in torment.
Laid out on the coals, a pure burn inside the mind that cannot awaken up the dormant.
Overlapped, nailed below the floor, wood barrier for the corpse'o.
Strike down the angel arc in lightning karma fire towards the torso.
And still I hate your face as well as your ways,
As before and afterward and eternal and always.
You disgusting being I daydream you misery.
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