A broken angel falls beneath the weight of an empty promise, to which she spent much of her days mending wounds weeping from infection caused by the enemies within. Continuing to fight the ravenous wolves pledging to bear fruit from their labor, the spewing vomit continues to pollute the bandaged sores of the soul the lay beneath the skin. Listening to the words that spew vomit from the mouth of the unclean spirit creates a desire to appropriate visions of worldly demise.
