Red Mixture Promises

Watch the leaves fall, in effervescent melody and spears of magnificence. My mouth fills up with prideful wallows, flashy in brimstone and red mixture promises. You were blessed, without fault and canned with thoughts of downturned blazing. It was boastful, inside the skin and bones crawls the words from which you came from. The true face of fear, stares into your sheared and blessed imagination. Hands connecting to the ladder, crawling upward unbounded as the split became clear. Those personal boils, cinched a cold and callous majesty. The go between slitted the barrier, the crack in the ceiling as the light would show through. Why would you pass the torch now, to these final breaths featuring and windfilled lectures.

Creator And Contributor- Chris Ballenger

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