Call of Death

I have been in the bowels of hell,

Witnessed the Devil’s breath

And seen the Grace of Angels.

Through the fog of despair

I still have hope.

Through the light,

I can still feel the warmth of love,

But through it all I hear the call of Death.



"The Fractured Ego"



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