Bark traps the split tree’s soul. Line through the center, divided heart. Its leaves fallen and long devoured; whirlwinds reap frictions across burned skin A lonely monolith lacks reference to self, to others, or to God. It breaks in two. Islands falling from the midway. Emptiness fills the void space of darkness, where there is much gnashing Gehenna fits within the dead heart where perdition and filth have domain. The other island, subdued, fears the heart of darkness floating alongside. Sans illuminate salve, there is no hope for the diminutive finger printed graces. Degeneration divides the torn life until the eternal bridge descends like a dove.
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