art by Charles Carter
Fallen angels dive into graves
Filled with rats and ivy
Vines and twigs and bugs that dig
And corpses that grow slimy
Creatures from decay of flesh
The angels start to play
It’s easier to split the chest
When they are that way
And to take the soul that’s trapped
Underneath the flesh
Making sure with all their might
No dignity in death
Take the soul and snuff the light
In madness we are blessed
To strange beasts in dark nights
Those angels eat what’s left
only on
the FREEZINE of
Fantasy and Science
Fiction
*Swoon*Beautiful🖤
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