full of mercy, hades sighs. these mortal souls— agonized, pained, gory gazes and shivering bones. flawed to the core yet they etched their stories into his skin like an iron to bare burns. ghostly gasps echo down into the dark cavern. a chorus of wales mutters back to the throne of blood and flowers. pomegranate seeds spill off his ivory alters and stain the marble tiles. his sin for suffering. hades, too hated by the gods to be divine and too glorious for the humans unloved at best.
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DIVINE COMEDY
Poetryfor a girl who's abandoned religion, i sure talk about it a lot
