Grym The Celestial titan; Propel and travel-pens at the speed of sharpened javelins//
Hit you so hard your shadow-dents and the remains of your body shatter before the battle-ends//
Genius intellect far beyond simple-text; Words create lethal crossbows that expel poisonous darts to stick you in-the-neck//
You begin-your-death as Satan extracts your soul; Burning ,Submerged in flames until no sins-are-left//
Hellfire Feasts upon your chest-portion and melts epidermic cells to leave
flesh-open; Your lips last-motion occurs and Two words that curse your dying spirit emerge, BLESSED-OMENS submerge //...