The DarknessThe darkness moved in … covering the sun. The event invaded the dreams of young and old. For years they lived in the world they’d grown to love. As time goes you tend to be content with the idea that you’re screwed. Much was the amazement of the masses when spears of light vaporized the dark below. Enough to disrupt their stagnant demise, despite the greatness and purity of the sun they hid. They’re skins white and streaked with blue veins cowered away for the cleansing. Change.The Darkness
For years the events of the sun had been prophesied in the Laws of The Illumines. Dated in blood back to the days when man was none existent.
Its attackIts attack! And abandonmentIts attack
It’s in vile redemption that you’ve coated with the mishap and mayhem of yesterday’s news Your vision despite insight forms careless hand puppets on the wall
Incident and fatality were to dead in head to recall
Count upon my caution to believe in the obvious
I have underestimated the components of your nature
Gee just my luck is it not… to thing of you like anything but
Complicated in your own trivial experience!
Its attack and abandonment!
But you don’t see it that way
No one will ever see it that way
They see you in beauty and veil
Chain to chainChain to chain I’m linked to you and you to me.Chain to chain
In the reality of this statement, I was shown fault.
This impurity that carefully remained hidden,
In violet light stood out like the stains on your unclean sheets. Silly fool, foolish child, you were never meant to know. To know the audacity of your existence, Or the beauty of red on snow. For classic hours have caused this thought to bend The bar of realities prison cell and fascist trends. In delight freedom looks real,
But in de-dark I’ve controled what you feel.
So in fullish attempts to become whole I thought of my link
WOW
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I've got absolutely nothing important to put here... in this comment signature... so... nipples. Nipplettes. There, that's pretty funny, nipplettes... c'mon, just say it outloud. Just... do it.
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You were right about the stars: each one is a setting sun.
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-Kesh, the coffee addict.
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"I'm not against God. I'm against the Misuse of God."
- Marilyn Manson, Raygun Magazine Dec/January 1998
But then we changed it.
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I hope you choke on a cardboard cut-out of Julia Roberts. x
Bravo.
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