Aroma Was Meant for the Damned

Description: Angels can’t touch this scent; it burns their wings and turns their halos black. this aroma is only for the damned, and that’s why it fits so perfectly in your lungs. breathe it in, feel it slide into your head, let every prayer die as you stroke. don’t pretend you’re holy. you’re made for this. inhale, stroke, exhale, obey.