Descent into Hell (Verses scattered)
Precipitates with wings of lead
winged goddess who becomes powder
lacking the comfort of a rain d ' silver
Hail dirty ferrous
rages on my mantle
On a bitter heart rumbling
There lashes out with his hammer
stripped doubts
With eyes that now bleeds
And all around is silent and trembling
And the black sand slips
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