sing not praise. for the fleshangel.
its mangled body. is like a moth. of skin and bone.
its ribcage is flayed. they are. its wings.
it must fly. no legs.
(hetookthem.)
its needleboneclaws scrape. and cut. and mangle. and dissect.
it has no eyes they were gouged out. by him.
it likes humans. it likes to hover. around their homes. it sings hymns. in the key of torment.
it can smell fear.
it loves fear.
