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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The umbilical cord Of surreals reality.... Mercilessly attached To this shuddered room child Inceptions twin, of the truly unwished for!? Choked upon its arrival, incessantly Into this third worlds realm Destined, for pathos brain damaged Behind these painted red doors Of soon to be, delivered.... Atop this crumbling winding staircase, of woe!? Bolted, inside the walls of biles chambers Their manical screams resounding Throughout the blood rooted bodings Born, afore this portentously ominous plight.... Such as Poe's, "House of Usher" This prevailing pervading phantom, of personified!? Reflections of a shackled and gnashed life; trapped Beneath the flesh of a lost souls, solleret sublime Subliminal subjectives hypnotized, by the twenty faces of Icosahedrons lineage.... Mangled through the vines of conceived The begotten of the begets, concubine of death Benedictions decree, of deliriums deliverer of these times!? Portents passage, profoundly embedded within countless lives And again like Poe, "all they loved, they loved alone".... These morbid etchings of surreals reality, mercilessly attached To the umbilical cord of another shuddered room child Bolted inside, the prophetically red painted confines, of biles chambers Broken glass and gushing wounds, as they screamed, among the tombs!? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And they call me, "Legion"....
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