Drifting Towards Distant Lullabies

Black and Looming,

She peers into its soul,

The swirling masses of chattering teeth,

The slick palms of wrinkled futures,

The abyss.

But..

The depths are scorched red by the core of molten wrath.

Harsh streams of sorrow taint its nothingness.

Forgive the sins of the sinners.

Why, it’s only natural.

Instead,

Place your wrath upon the true believers,

Those who believe in living.

Living.

Life.

Loss.

Lost.

Where am I?

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