Sub Hyerosolyma

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I find myself in front of a huge open gate, Where fire portray sinister paths. I see in the obscurity small lights, crosses, recesses and in front of me rise in a purple light uncovered graves, Where decaying corpses, with their viscera in their hands, look still god's curse I continue to walk among puddles of blood. Human remains, scraps of warm flesh dangling from the livings' crosses, and I'm a horrifying miasma, a big bog of feces, where beings with more heads and tongues of fire die, drowning in rottenness.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025