I fell from the ancient great oak,
into the abyss of burning sexy night.
Shadows kissed my broken wings,
hell embraced me with neon light.
The demons wore velvet crowns,
their laughter echoed in my veins.
Glamour dripped from gothic stars,
as I drowned in crimson chains.
No heaven, no mortal dawn,
only glitch and endless flame.
Superpepe whispered my fate:
"You are the echo of my shame."
and then I am the Devil forever..
God is great forever too.
Gothic Poem Fall from the Oak
© Copyright: Руслан Трохнюк, 2026
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