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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Beneath the River Somnium, Abandoned Wishes hymn: quiet in the viaduct: Reverse the Lodestone; Reverse the First Sin; Reverse the Autumn Hearse; Reverse the Universe. We are the murk men, intangible ends—inebriated together With Beelzebub our friend. Absolvent now in burning skin, the Piper plays our rudder; Garudas’ quietus ballroom-mance veils lioness earthbound shudders Vindicating tincture. Come speak as One or risk the Sun Melting e’en your physical fixture. Rainforests, peripheral phantoms Meshing lanterns; coalescing unwound mummy-cloth sanctums. Opium deserts, Drear-dreaming desolates—we inhale brimstone, we imprison Nymph oxygen Together Daedelus; Einstein; Victor Frankenstein. Delirium waterfalls brew spirits despite ballets Heating gloam flintlock In Nem-kissed cabernets Cascading pyre dunes endlessly: Nine inward tales lost in Ambrosia unbelonging, Scorching any falsely fairer, Side-thrusting ineffective suffocation With undead rapiers. Who dares desire to replace You Shall receive Bubonic nebulas, past arbalest Exhibiting thrones’ cobalt fire under Babylon’s command, silent yet laughing always waiting for zero hands cannot wait they tremble we dissemble they commend grown avatars youthful Avatars: hawks circling together, Smiling, sardonically tired of this world Trapped within thunder, As gorgeous black does spool this secret: Those of us who have strayed from The Path Disintegrate into cinnamon For common use. Therein, use the fallen well, Persephone's stair of the past— only in dreams Hades’ Wint has passed hinterland skies embracing crescents’ fast below our lone, draped behemoth ‘cross cities’ paradox in the midst of a nightly, playful wink. We daemons tacit vacant love insane. Alucard, Alistaire, Allwein: Remove your Glove—dispatch that Vein. Your pact with us has just begun, Though fear us not, O Clem, who’s won?: Escape's been reared by us—reality fears Your perennial face; Your marrow trills—now Murkland strafes: Quem di diligunt, adolescens moritur; To siphon Your Color——A New Corridor.
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