Fallen

The fiery eyes that glare underneath the soul cause one to cringe.

Patiently it waits for the moment to strike.

Enlarging with every opposition and embraced by its caged space, it stays.

Temptations trap the attention of the flesh, dictating and manipulating reactions,

Unleashing dark forces to rattle the chains of its captive.

Strong energy chafes, soon breaking the chains and suctioning the soul open.

Bursting through, transformation takes place.

Fiery eyes become equip with feet, legs, torso, hands, arms, neck, head, mouth, and nose.

It stands to annihilate everything in its path.

Demolition is top priority, starting with the soul of another.

The stench of sadism engulfs its nostrils,

Infinitely recharging its satanic behavior.

Dissolved like a stain of breathe against a mirror, one becomes it.

Provocation increases the arousal state, shutting down cognition.

Sifting through concentrated levels of toxic sheath;

The soul is found.

Defenseless, it tries desperately to rejuvenate the paralyzed limbs of its flesh.

Holes expose the imprints of purity, gorged out by overpowering sins.

Lifeless, the body tries to reboot, tapping at the soul’s purpose.

The struggle is exhausting, leaving the body twitching in a paranormal state.
The flesh is loosed, striking the ground.

A surge of energy races through its temple, causing a gasp for air.

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned.”