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Temples of Fire

beauty for ashes in a deep forest of granduer nestled in a hollow grove voices coming from the Elms with painted pictures of light & love walk with me through the forest visit the habitation of hunters and gatherers beneath the ground twigs wretched sticks nature is playing a new game of tricks in the middle there is a spot for we go there to think a lot volumes of skulls line the perimeter inside is a temple of fire blown away with its fullest desire deeper we go and bask in the vast array of the under ground leaches with blind moles digging holes the new cult comes into its vast domain along with the Satanism, sorrow & pain this is the forbidden sod naked tortured remnants of lost souls in sore travail blackened death stench of night breathing deadly asps the weeping, wailing & gnashing of teeth creatures with mouths filled with fire heads turned upside down in the formation of midnight torment still we traveled further to discover a jewel with wretched shades of red, black & grey on display throughout the forest demons torturing its victims over and over again Satan laughing spreads his wings the nest thing I awaoke to what ?

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