my lungs burn with fire-hot ichor / bloody divination filling these holy lips / you’ve stripped me of my empyrean status / my heavenly body / and I simply smile / bloody grins of bold-faced blasphemy / YOU WE CALL HOLY / BUT IT IS I WHO IS DIVINE / i will take this world / this forsaken land / this sinner’s paradise / & create my throne of death & demise / I will tear my own wings from my back / & let the ichor run down my legs / stain the ground / for it is not you who cast me down / I jumped from the heavens / & cast myself // @crescd
❝ SCRIBED BY ATLAS










