Catalyst of Sin
Dark clouds in a frozen lake,
Broken bottles scattered across the shoreline.
Shards of glass cause the bleeding from within,
Into the water, my soul to take.
Burns from the third degree,
Etched in my skin.
Flames grow higher into the night,
Against the Devil's second decree.
The number six, outlined in red,
Torn into the flesh of the forsaken.
Every document that you sign,
Is another pint of blood shed.
An angel trapped on the ground,
Wings broken from the fall.
A cracked halo and blessed thoughts,
Lie scattered all around.
A world started from men,
Will fall to the fire,
When society collapses,
From the catalyst of sin.
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