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HellTormenting chaos scorches forth
Spasms of misery
Anguish of enduring all death
Gods wrathful flames unleash
Blackness consumes, restless unrest
Time is oblivious
Bounty of pain, the second death
An unquenchable thirst
Sulfur rapes the sick stagnant air
Decaying live corpses
Unending sadness devours
Gnawing, gnashing of teeth
A miserable catastrophe
The most vile haven
Melancholy flames cascade down
A violent regret
How art thou cast down, oh my soul
How art thou so broken
Walking dead through the flames mouth
A horrible end, Hell
Sweetness DecaySweet is her name
Passion is thick
Rapture in sick
Black as the night
This is my plight
Shatter the mold
Sin begets sin
Silence is gold
Black is her name
Sweetness in smile
Rotten my grace
Hell may I rest
Gods wrathful scorn
Sweetness I love
Sweetness I burn
Satans WhisperYour death was but a sweet kiss upon my lips. It marked your fate being sealed. But, for you, completely oblivious to your surroundings, you fool, you present me with much stupidity. You laugh at my coincidences, I placed them there for you, to cause doubt, for you to question your "reality."
You're laughing at your own demise.
Know that my venom sinks in slowly. It can feel quite a lot like living once you're dead, and you've been given into my care. Your family, friends, those that love you. They are nowhere near where you are. The family you see, the friends you see, so real don't they seem? But my venom drips in slow, those you believe to be your family and friends, are quite far from it. Hideous monstrous beasts are bound up inside their pleasant smiles, yearning to eat you, rape you, dissect you, mutilate you, and when they do, they will maintain the form of those you loved.
You see, every day my teeth grow sharper, waiting for you, and when you finally "die" in this illusion, yo
Page 1 of The Book Of NonsenseOh kick that foot of yours, kick it to the left, you transverbial transcendent horse, kick in ways indescribable, oh pattern of grass. Oh graze you transverbial transcendent horse, graze among the mysteries. You come in the name of bounty, to partake in the joy of the sun and of the air and of the water and of the soil. Verily the sun hath made you rich, your wealth is your manifestation, so subtle yet so profound.
The grass is forever my friend, as are the plants and the flowers, as their abundance transcends itself in the form of the transverbial transcendent horse. So walk ye, down the gap of that great mountain created by the sunlight, and dance in the name of abundance.
Oh prophesize, you fallen branch, broken branch of the living tree, prophesize and make known your power. Your black eye is the portal to the past, verily you claim. Your essence is of a ghost, a faded memory, the memory once of life, and in your longing do you open the gates of the past within your black eye, your
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A two-time Community Volunteer for the deviantART Related category, Anne is well-known as a positive, helpful force. She is the community's resident expert when it comes to CSS (Cascading Style Sheets), and her personal gallery offers a wide variety of tutorials for new and experienced coders alike. In addition, each winter she hosts a calendar project encouraging members to create Journal designs for all to use, bringing more creativity to the community.
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