Written for "theres a darkness" sponsored by John Lawless (every line in this isnt meant to be taken literally, rather is metaphorical and has deeper meanings, so no hiccups.)
If tormented truth is the taste of her fire, injecting her blood with poisoned rain in golden chalices, what is the color of eclipsed spheres where there’s a desolated darkness that dwells through devious spirits to rise higher? Maybe there’s no heaven nor hell in the onyx fields of soulless stars, where obsidian roses bloom as signs of the devil’s immortality, crooning doomed hymns to the honeycomb hues of raven's irises, which reflect every bitter dream painted in strokes of thunder. But when dusk bleeds seas of deception, sins stream through sinister shadows, slowly pulling innocence to a chamber of pitiless pins and heinous knives. So watch her ascend as the metaphorical mistress of death and beyond, she is no longer your heretic queen that serves you light, that once breathed and walked through storms of toxic typhoons cloaked in summer serenades, taming every hurricane with her crystal wings that never tethered to an evil king of serpents.
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