Tue, 09/16/2014 - 02:15 -- JSissy

Warmth seeps through my body

as I climb up the steep surface of the mountain.

Ropes around my hands and paints on my face,

no one is here to save me now.

My captors chant ancient words of sacrifice,

as I look into the flaming lava and... 




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