Sneak peak
"Shriek,
All the sinners agonizingly wiggling in a tunnel.
Begging for freedom.
Yet all that would remain is another added to the funnel.
Beak,
Of what the birds may poke though by a gashing wound.
Freed from this wretched kingdom.
Only to be set back in the tomb.
Weak,
They ponder, but even the captor felt.
Among the first to bring violence, seldom.
And now he hates his own rusted shell.
Speak,
In desperation, maybe even death.
But alas a light in his soul that held them,
Reminded of all good, So he will hang on till his dying breath."
Gluttony//Prime 's writing is finally done!! All i need is just a few art for the finishing touches.