Paradise
Screaming, bleeding at my feet, begging to be released, to be saved, but I’m not your savior. I’m not God. I’m not even the Devil, but I will lead you down the path of destruction.
The whip lashing over unprotected skin sends white, searing pain through you. This is what Paradise feels like.
Blood seeping out from between your lips. A sharp, metallic flavor. This is what Paradise tastes like.
Jesus died for our sins, and you will be dying for mine.