Jigoku

The

old

GODS

will never

grant us

REBIRTH.
(highlight the future)

Only

DAMNATION.

The darkest hour

סוף הזמן

I know the pieces fit

two lovers souls in motion

communication

the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us

מוות

poetry that comes from the squaring off between

Finding beauty in the dissonance

सज़ा

coveting





cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion