Lights are blinding, so I clinch tightly to this choice, to arise for such an occasion, but the ugliness of it has slapped me back down, returning me to the freezing cold hell and its filth, bloods staining these fabrics, bars are apparent in a bleak future, possibilities fell short many years ago. This last flame, I'll keep it hid, away from all that are poisoning this world, far from deaths reach, this gift I will protect, for all that is most precious to us, there is a sacrifice to be made, I'll blanket every inch with my own flesh, spill every drop of blood, just to shield and maintain it's purity. That's the one pain I could never endure, Armageddon will surely be set free within that moment..
Copyright © Brooke Moss | Year Posted 2020
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