Ode to a New Hell
Blame me not of a heartless
vengeance
spoken words nor intolerable
pestilence
a keeper of life's
incandescent tolerance
mocked by the icy queried
inquisitions.
Steamy breath within pious
incantations
raucous mind of a boiling
incessant joy
home in purgatory, refuge
within evil
I'm not afraid to walk this
world alone.
In dungeons of a darkish
desperation
percolating a new hell from
deep within
roaming the covenant on
ancient paths
uncovering graves of the
fallen saints.
Battlements and those gated
horrors
in bunkers of suicidal
choreography
saltpeter and brimstone
explode in envy
seeing the stars within
eternal darkness.
The sky a dark hazy purple
with red hues
I'm missing the blood moon in
all her glory.
The question isn't "who
will allow me life"
but rather, "who shall try to stop me?"
Entering in New Hell --GaƩtan Weltzer
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