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wrath of kings

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i was at peace with my soul, layers pealing off with diversity and tranquility.

god had hated this.

god saw that this was evil, not believing in what he said.

i was kicked out from the gates of purgatory, my soul lost within conflict and evil, fate piercing me with the devil.

but all was calm in my placing in hell.

my eyes saw all the sin painted in red and purple, eyes bloodstreaked and skin branded with burning metals.

the grass in the field was blue, the sky was green and the butterflies were larger than my entire back.

my hands were coated in gold, my neck restrained with tar, my own brand reappearing on my forehead.

i never ran into the devil.

hell was the place that let me be myself, exclusion just another flaw on the earth and in heaven.