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| ...even on his best days it seemed his skies were grey. It always seemed to be storming in his head. Not even so much just a depressing rain, but an actual monsoon. Terrible splashes of lethargy would often crash his shores and he would fall into this pit of hell. There he found comfort. It was warm, quiet. And most of all he said he finally felt welcome somewhere. He felt no quarrels with anything or anyone. For once he could put his hate on reserve and just take a piece of relaxation for once. Until one day he realized he would never again hear the noise. In a way this irregularity bothered him.But at the same time, he was at peace. For once he had found his holy medium. It was hell. The kingdom of the underneath. And when he returned to tell his tale of hell, he was beaming with a glow only found on those who've learned to appreciate their hells. Never forget, kiddies, hell hath come sooner than you thought. Embrace the arms that welcome you in. For one day, they will be the same arms that catch you in your everyday downward spiral. Life will be no longer about consumation. I shall restore Man's prophecy to survive. I shall walk on the waters of hell to find the gate to my heavan. I shall see you all there...I hope. CoMa |
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| Instant apologies for the shitty picture quality. I assure you the tattoo looks a billion times better in real life. | ||||||