Demons shackled me, their sharp claws tearing through my lungs,
Satan summoned himself from the depths of his Heaven,
Tortured souls spewed sweet nothings into my eardrums,
But I worshipped the Archangels of salvation.
Grappling with the obsidian smoke slowly possessing my body,
Carving out sigils to keep the Devil away from my humble abode,
Veiling naked mirrors with cloaks of conviction,
Now I condemn the angels who hid under halos of their holy code.
They chuckled at the crumbling of my chrysalis,
Trapped me at the crossroads of catastrophe,
Taciturn though clamorous my blasphemous pleas,
Foreshadowed the fostering of my tragic rhapsody.
The dissembling darkness encroached upon me
Yet the angels I sacrificed my bliss for never came to save me.
– Rubani Kaur
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