Home Is Where Death Is

Deadness arises from the smothering screams of sorrow. 
Divulge, the stream of blood, drink from its mouth. 
I am an arrow, piercing your heart, six gods and a curse. 
Blasphemous my lambs, behold the mark of my saviour.
Leaving my thoughts, far from paradise.
The masses are losing life, a woeful sight. 
Witness a culture of blood and gore, my lord beckoned from a folklore. 
The time is now upon you and me, 
death will set us free, death will now set us free.

© Aniket More

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