atram

I sense The heat of the flames burning my wings, and the anger that distorts my mind. I heard the cold punishment of Heaven and sweet hypocrisy of hell. Now my only reason for living is to burn their empires in the screams of madness, now free from its chains, and then I will find again peace in nothing. Poem (C): Me “The Fallen Angel (Detail)” (C): Alexandre Cabanel All th…