Debut.

Be seated. I'm defeated, basking in the darkness. 
Mesmerised by the roaring burning light. 

Its heated, then I'm greeted by the howling cries of tarnish.

Watching flames engulf the hellhounds pit tonight.

Captured by the demons who play amongst the flames.

Watching the scolded souls outcries, before the devils reign. 

Infatuated by the stories and premonitions I'm shown. 

Blocked by poisonous folding smoke. I can taste all their open wounds. 

Asphyxiated by the beauty of the playful golden embers. 

To see their wrath, their incinerating path that suffocate over timbers.

At boiling point I'm overwhelmed as I see those demons tails,

Those evil smiles and yellow eyes, the underworld's unveiled.

I've read the flames I once created. 

And to this day I feel the lashes.

I've seen the devil pray to his once related

And the phoenix rise from ashes.

My dried up dehydrated face is burning to my touch.

 My skin within is heating up the fire becomes too much.

I stop myself from sinking in to a pyro-hypnotism.

The day of light has disappeared into the moonlights criticism. 

I must say that when alone my powers know no bounds.

 I can see all worlds through enslaved eyes , hypnotised by my hellhounds. 

I watched the devil swing his whip and punish all his spawn. 

But ... I was spawned to live, and I live to die, but I die to be reborn. . . 🔥🔥🔥

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