B u r n i n g In H e a v e n

\n B u r n i n g In H e a v e n

What man, can match My wrath?

What woman, My spite?

I am the Source

I am the Pain

I am Endlessness

and the airlessness ye feel

when ye choke upon your sin.

I bestow upon ye the wings of liberty

and set ye on a course for the Sun

There shall ye relinquish

thy Soul to Me

from whom ye first borrowed.

So I have spoken

and so shall I judge

Believe Me Child

Serve My whims

and Don't piss Me off

or ye damn yerself

for fucking

Eternity.

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