2 months agoArt is the signature of mortal men, So now I lift a prayer and raise my pen. A letter to The Great One Full of Life, One Ariana Grande widely known. You live inside a lie that you call home. Your song, your dance, your image venerate A fair foul tale where Hecate presides; A siren song seductively released. And so, the harrowed halls of hell resound To welcome all to savage butchery. Your Petal slips into the Blood to dye, And stains all white a murderous crimson hue. Your spirit, Full of Life, now soaks the dust. A purposed warrior, ghoulish, grave, and gaunt Returns to the garden that she has uprooted. All Life and light she drowns in sable red. The Petal fair is fouled, bloody, dead. You live inside a cave that is a lie, The stench of Life congealing on the floor Will drive you mad if you do not escape, If you do not surrender to the LORD. Surrender to the Lord and live up to Your name. Surrender to Jesus the Christ. Let him kill your sinful self and wash You in his Word, his Life, his holiness. Let Truth himself make you Most Holy now.
