Sin
writhing twisting bruising bleeding crippled mass of boiling venom creeping like a charred black serpent through the very recesses of our inner being, penetrating cloudy thoughts twisting hearts and souls into the image of their hitler cloning darkness, murky boils springing from the mouths of them that whisper covering every inch of flesh overtaking bones and sinew permeating every breath fire flares from deep within the ancient stone of death has come to claim the lives of men to capture even the last frail shadow casting an eerie light on those desperate victims clinging to the overhang above the smoke diseased and tortured souls they hold to the very virus that made them so.
Thank You Jesus, for my light