A black hand falls, casts stones from the sky. Ears ring, sounding like trumpets. Victory bell cries piercing. An iron reign falls like stones from the sky. Impatience given tallow skin, bones burned with heat. Heat sweating memories, plucking at them restlessly in their body bags. Existence like dull knives twisting in your gut. Born of oblivion. Hellbound as yourself. An iron reign falls, separates flesh from bone.

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