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07-07-02, 04:06 PM
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"hunger"
IP:
Abducted the brain, performed studies amongst structured frames on ruptured terrains, combatants become prisoners of war: entrapment within dungeons in chains
A warrior on horseback shouting battle crys beneath the sounds of thunder and rain, cluthing a blade, lacerating victims and thrusting the viens Allow my greatest lust, to manifest those who attempt to escape the fate of touch, that my pace constructs, or be encased and clutched, within the confines of caskets as your last portions of physical mass is entrailed in dust My brain erupts, seismic activity to engulf the terrain and crush, the living slain and such, ways it seems as if I haven't utilized the blades I thrust Embrace by roughed, battered hands that paints a canvas with stains of blood, change is a must... An abandoned myth, I encript ancient artifacts and tablets with, such a fastened grip that I've mastered script The human language gist- before the first breathing man exists, to even understand half of it The hands of Liq, grasps a pen crafted by a devils advocate, and submerged into a mass of ink Attached to a plastered tip, sharp as the edge of a javelin thrown towards battered men, during its fastes spin My path extends, across a planets width and advances quick towards each galactic bridge, and every section of binary stars after it, towards the black holes where atoms shift It seems as if I'm seamless with spits, elliminating the weakest links until- their hearts beating ceases to submit vital fluids needed to live Scatter pieces from each of the ribs, I uncover peace in the myst to fullfill my hunger needed to fit, the emptyness of the deepest abyss, the seasons will lift, upon my command- my reason for this... |
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