this is the story of the soul that begin to feel it's body grow every cell and muscle tissue began to scream and yell and the pain that followed was sent from hell.
in this story you'll see for selfs that the soul grows the shell you call a human being, all the blood and flesh that gets lost along the way to purity in our stories of humanity.
godless,fleshless and wondering in the aimless, I am the soul that grew it's own hell and crowned its own Satan. I am the soul of uncertain.
I've walked the abyss just to look at the dying sun and pay my respects to the dead but dreaming, I am traveling soul looking to create my own.
in this world or the next I am and always will be the soul the grew my own hell and injected in you.© Rexican