What would Hell’s garden look like? Read on…
In the gardens of the damned
the roses are bleeding and dead
In there though,
they bleed black, not red,
tears are their water
and razors their marble stone walkway,
leading to a horrid tomb
grotesque corpse
collages covering the walls and room.
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