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This nest is filled with the ravens that in time bring the news of rest.

Laila closes in and the towering weight will be your conviction.

Churning knots in your stomach and restricting thirst like waves that never break for peace in an endless moving river while brittle boned and diseased.
A hardened heart of clumps from repeating bleeds; Mounts iron, bronze silver and greed.
Eyes set to kill always proceed sympathy. It just wasn’t equal from the start.
Torch the sea and the flame will devour
Doom fall prey below the mounds.
Flushed holy water through the fountains
God do you hear me now?
im screaming from the top of this fucking mountain

  • Fallen from grace, and reap what we sow. The hierophant guides through new heights and lows. A rise from burning flames. Desires of arbitrary blame,. What can’t be seen doesn’t mean nonexistence. A state of consciousness of dualistic conception mixed up with a a world that’s connected. Your structures flawed; what is seen isn’t all. perspectives shifted into a complacent acceptance. Your status is lowered and circumstances won’t always be this way.
    talk is cheap and times a change. - cain and abel, its all the same.
    salto mortale- here comes the parade. My thoughts weigh heavy on glass shattered and concaved. A moment of silence, a time frozen in space. To the sounds of her cries at what she could not take. The light weighs heavy, the sound causes pain. The silent delusions, 'she's caught in the waves of red streams of thick clots that ran down her face. You told me i did this, words i could not take, you thought it was funny; they had to pull me away.
  • Your children will judge you for the choices you would not make. A tortured world, of slave like torment due to negligent ways. Your comforts heightened from your precept to your soul and now the long term consequences shall reap all you sow. The eternal dark rains tears from shattered pride, your egos spatial turned to ignorant shrines. And actions make a long string turn to knot when tightened. Your turn for judgement before seven eyes. Souls of will come from the present time, seen all actions; what you sneak off and hide.


Crystal palaces of wonder like the luster of snow. Murky water movement till dry, flaked- shown,
reflections of a surface of all that we hold.
The bones are buried in Moelln;
the graves are deduced to ash,
the weight in gold will turn to stone;
and horns will divide you last.
Burn the church and learn your past.

Let the fire consume the gold. Melt it down and rebuild the mast.In time the system folds.
Where will you be on the totem pole to the countenance of divinity?-
Ancient degrees mark ninety in threes,
trinities crossing forbidden rivers with ease
Propogate colossal waves of moving debris
of flowers turned blue from eden that freeze
It now dawns on her how no longer she's free'd.
Eyes set to kill aways proceed sympathy,
it was never equal from the start

❂-Oh young man; where do your values lie?
Observe the froth surroundings
with an interchanging guise.
Slither and slide upon the raptured revine,
chasing your tail until the end of time.
Clawing at breaking the state of your gaze,
for gnawing and mashing your teeth in this maze.
The paint grows harder as the thinning lines,
drip wet with force from
invisible designs
impressions of a familiar taste,
onto the carvings within your bones decay.
An unmet scent when entangled into,
what was long lost and buried with adornments
by the grave. To marking remembrance for
respect where we’ve come. And all that has
taught us, the good from the sums.
A fleeting longing for another sight of rain;
of flooding waters caused by familiar weight. Underwater freezing, and a foggy daze;
toward reckless actions for selfish deeds.
Conscious actions while trying to preach out change, to rash decisions / a truth I must embrace.
A different person or just a hypocritical phase

Felt the weight of sixty thousand crawling. Breached earth like quakes to a great fall and;
Dispersed land on days passed by,
the waves yield stones that move in rhymes.
Two hundred and sixty years tides, rebirth
let silence drive toward unending worries.The border comes crashing in light's weight though mountainous
like lightning,my thoughts aim to hurry
The knife blade is digging, the metals corroding,
the nerves take like burdens towards senses they carry; it feels so deserving,
this knife blade is heavy, it pulls like a curtain;
it’s burning but hiding.
The ravens will carry
the choices asunder, like earthquakes shift
mountains, the weight moves like lightning,
the worries go missing as layers come rising;
Its constant and frightening;
the mouth eats and conquers;
the soul is dividing. Divine led and proper;
the force is maligning; a torch that’s inviting of pure flesh for hiding plaques ignorant crimes as a
beast sweeps and swallows; the magpie is watching. The eyes are dividing and the light is receding.
The weight is inviting. The dark is consuming.
Fed, bred and conquered; the food is inducing.
Enticing and timeless. The past is like branches,
we pass by with pity or no thoughts for structure.
The thistles are drying they’re close to the sun. The heat is inviting but too much for one
The closest will disperse, yet stay rooted to the
source

The father of lies fuels flaming thoughts for the burning one.
A desire that’s longing for overtaking the lord of hosts.
A hostage confined to an office
for worship of falseness, the godless and barren
come crawling and clawing through thick
shrubs and calling out false paths of knowledge
that influence the young ones and preach of false fallings.
The ravens congratulate the work of the wolf.
A lamb seeks warm tidings from a woolish source.
An owl is crying , a mirror is shining, Spiegel
who hears of this racket? A light that seeks dying.
The moon's luster is blinding; Lead thoughts
are inviting of touches from Midas
when truth is denying of habits and crying.
I’m leeching the surface, I’m begging
for purpose. I’m drawn to this feeling.
So worn out and beaten.
Athena is weeping, the owls are sleeping.
The nightshades were eaten. Steepen in water
The demons are vigilant; drawn out and imminent. It’s time now, you feel it.
Your cries while you’re kneeling for crimes of concealment, mass lies of false healing, taught to genuflect from the ceiling
makes no sense, so revealing

Torn apart like frost cracks trees in vast space.
Immersion of light though condensed to a frozen state. At times I feel a longing
for all you only saw. Trapped to times reminding, of when you said the truth, only to stare away blindly;

from the dark into a suit of
burdens from left by scars by refracted halos. Like times of structure to a place less hollow.
The shadows stay imbedded in earth
when tracing giants. We feel the impressing on
our own, of eyes from wings of distant
expansion.Descending flights with waned
gloss dripping softly down our stature.

Removed from the cores intuition and taught
to cower in the wake of the path of
your old savior, of which I had ignored in vain.
Due to the bitter taste of your trails to all the days
I live in shame. An embrace of reminders
after every passing gaze. I left a shattered glass
for your heart and watched the tears
leave off for peace. An aqueduct from sore reminders,
of things I truly can embrace. No fear rang
through your lungs. I’m not sure what
you couldn’t shake. When you came forward
with your arms in a pose taking your fate. A countenance so rendered. A strength I’m not
sure I’ll be graced. Vex me for your poisoned
blood that spat on leprotic skin
Like perennial reminders of what the feeling was to mean. Palms nailed to your crossed arms like stretching for relief. To gain momentary
reminders of the fleeting of your peace.
Tear my skin from her arms, I’m sure her face
won’t make a change. Blood I’d give to
bring back all the threads I’ve rearranged
through your lost actions I feel loss as a spirit
haunts your grave. Giving love upon loss, for this
wont ever be replaced; from ignorance from
a life not lived- towards hate she
couldn’t face. Forgiveness for all our sins.
Can it really make a change? I'll stretch my arms above my chest only just in case. I pray one day
you’ll see me beneath a barren tree
with a difference to my state.
Experience upon loss, things no one can ever take. Vision blocked by your lust , prejudice rules through these veins. Upon the loss of his life, adjacent to your place;
if the savior’s graves upon us, no longer will they reign

Forgiveness ✥ ♗ Piety

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I stared in your soul and you let me go.
Feeling pain too dense for words.
I begged for help with my eyes-
I saw imperfection in your lies;
But who am I to say anything about anyone?
I guess that makes me the devil in disguise.
And why is all this time being spent on letting go? .
The beauty rains when you learn to grow.
It’s the little things that'll let you know.
Another day and you’ll see the light.
I know you didn’t help but I guess you tried.
I feel alone when I close my eyes. I’m not perfect
but I know I’m trying. I feel decay when I’m
in your grasp. You see a face but not
the rest.
Flay skin to bone while I lose my dependence,
On myself while I’m still defending
from a living hell that I know I expressed well,
but you had other inclinations towards the
path to my end. From negligence and issues only layered by a trace, of colors I see flowing
through the tides and the space you filled
was empty and one day you’ll feel my hell.
As each day my flesh decays- to the lord for your
sake i'll pray
your burdens to be weighed in felty hands, for judgement of your ignorance to motives, and the rest.
our daily bread we've made a mess.
till the tombs, our truths ammend.
till death, when we meet again

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-;A bright light in a darkened place;-
A cleansing wave stuck in frozen decay.
A diseased world of willow wisps in the fray;
cause impeding waves of memories to align.
The Mothers' weeping in a hollow space,
breathing lands to dessicated demise;
A new fatigue had him laid to rest;
From harbored beds to decaying lives,
day by day he loses flesh-
melt away the compos mentis designed-
her actions upon awaking distressed:
in mirrored worlds when touches don't align.
Beating wings for iron breast to rot- Golden flames around her beat up heart;
Amber calcite rings around a place she likes to hide. The garden of eden all in both eyes.
of one who's clever like the magpie-
She sweeps and swallows into charms inconstant shine, like leaves on trees blossomed through time.
A red heat fills up to the eyes-
of one who acts as if they're blind.
the feelings churn on till they say good bye.
From simple clad in solitude to secrets
where she lied-
There forlorn dispairings hid;
a place
I come to die.
It was me to cause; Sophia did; and
for her
now, so will
i

Canonized

To.Invaluable.Nativitious.Ambers.

I pray you see me safe up

And for my coming down,I can shift for myself

Cantankerous leeching forwards to
gashed skin and bleeding.
Shielded and gleaming from thick clots and
meaning.

Deserving!
the pain lingers! Removing! the achings deeper.

Losing all sense of touch!

I am breaking and hollow;
my mind is slipping and i swallow
the words that keep me close.
I’m laying on a shattered floor. Concaving
glass driving force that laid me down
in the grass. Covered in dirt; // gashes and bleeding.
I think that I’m hurt and
there’s three ghosts out to haunt me!
Unsure where im at, fettered
to chains. I guess the loss of
senses is okay. Take my limbs one by one-
each of them have been numb; for years now.
Take me out and stitch my lips.
Beat the ones who speak out on it.
God forbid I turn my head.
From loss of hair and dust, collects on shelves of paper of info and-
No one will know in the end-
You or I;
our truths begin with death-
I’m fucking calling- for a coffin.
The taste of death makes me lick my teeth. A smile you’ve never seen.
The only days I’m fucking happy

SWiMS

You sit and a judge based off the preconceptions of your life..
How hypocritical it is to act above my worn out cries.
The past has suffered so you could be
in this position. You’re a fucking plague; you
demonize all the ones in your psyche.
You just can’t stop thinking of yourself…
My mind has been broken and hollowed..
From the choices you’ve made!
No innocence in this game we play.

These little tricks that society has
running are..So often dense there is no thinking
in this world. You despise your past
for a savior that lived on in history.
You will drown to nothing.
And your inhibitions have only gone so far.
Look at the social guise!
You’re ontop? but I’m enjoying my life.
You’ll be so miserable; in times spent
decades running from; The truth that lives within.
You can’t hit me and say it was innocent.
I’d kill your flesh; just look at me and you-
This really is no contest..
I have a sharp aim…
To desecrate your corpse as you drop to your grave.
No name is left for you.
You think you’re cool but I just never
tried to play it.
You’re so afraid. Like the snakes dipping
through the valley.
Slither and slade…
Until you realize your own inhibitions.
You never will...
Tête-à-tête, you would shed blood.
Hand in hand, we take for granted whats woven.
Blow for blow-youll leave me gaping ear to ear.
Pound for pound;for days when our sins are left for celebrating.
Crescent mouths and wicked speaking..
Im smiling now;
Maybe death will come this evening?

THE TIME IS AT HAND

SM!WS

plasterormould

...SOPHIA DROWNS...

APOCALYPTO

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Pub: 28 Sep 2024 19:12 UTC
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