The seventh layer of hell: Violence . A spiteful stench of bloody corpses hangs in the thick and murky air. The sun is but a red fuzzy speck in an atmosphere of dread. The only sound to be heard is the screech of the suffering and the boom of gunshots is accompanied by dull flashes in the distance. The streets are flooded by the victims of the second amendments wrath. Blood pours into the drains on the side of the shadow ridden streets. A car is parked in the middle of the road. Its car hood has been torn of and windows are all but shattered. The exposed engine inflamed in fire, flourishes in the engine like fertile soil. Welcome to downtown Detroit.
by the_crooked_man February 16, 2023