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"eternity"



:pointr: quiet by this will destroy you :pointl:

Nugget point by lomatic

Tainted CrownA crown held firm
In a demigod hand
A once proud king
Down on his knees
Long held promises
Have run their course
Now it's time
For a pound of flesh
No matter how holy
And good he was
The crown was tainted
From the demon spawn
No good could come
From such a seed
Back into darkness
This land filled with need:thumb440300465:

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As if you could kill time...

Man on the Corner of Cherry and ChurchCold one coming in,
he said,
bent over on himself
like an origami man,
he was folded into homelessness
so I gave him bread.
He called me an angel, but
I couldn't
I couldn't
offer warmth to his cardboard hands.
No home
no home
and I'm supposed to feel good
about a handful of dimes
and a sandwich
when there's a cold one coming in?
Where do you go,
I ask,
he shrugs into his jacket,
says
where the wind don't blow.
And all I can think is
that it can't stop the rain
or
snow off the lake
and
the wind has no home
but it still owns a knife,
and it'll stab you
old man,
it will cut you.
You said so yourself,
it's a cold one coming.
My alms shield only
the guilt I carry in my purse
when I complain about loans
while you have nothing,
but the knowledge that
snow will fill your cup
and we with walls
and shoes
and gloves
like winter
will ignore your sign. Space   The song was killing me like sharply cut diamonds beating their way out of my skull. Dizzily, I followed the cold, metal wall, but soon it came to an end and I stumbled to the ground. Reaching up I pushed the button on the wall and was swept out with those things.
   I covered my ears with all my might. Trying to keep it from damaging my vital organs any further. The sound wasn't in the air any more. Its sickness had taken over and was rotting my body from the inside out with its deadly webs and harsh melodies. I was already gone, it was just a matter of time.
   I opened my mouth to call for help, but lungs didn't work and my throat was hoarse. I couldn't even produce a squeak. No one would have heard me any way. I was so far from life and so far from the ship, I might as well be dead already.
   Aching and writhing in madness I begged for an end. Then, suddenly, there was silence. I couldn't tell if I was dead or alive or just insane. In the mausoleums in acrylic impressionismscarlet fractal splotches, fading
into minute wisps of white,
let slip the spectrums of your grief
beyond this mortal strife.

...without injuring eternity.

My Church by tvurk

:thumb440436190: The Fogs.“All you have left is a war to take her place.”
                                     CHAPTER ONE
It was no effect, nor moonlight, that made the air around her purple. It was plague and corruption itself that tainted the air, prompting the firmly strapped gas mask covering her face. Eyes fogged by glass scanned the terrain- the dried, blackened grass to the clouded sky. Nothing living as far as she could see, but she hadn't been told to look for anything with much life left in it anyway.
With practiced agility she stepped forward, her soft boots having no harsh effect on the deadened ground beneath her. She kept forward at a steady pace, her head not turning once, her breath never seeming to catch in her throat. There was no sound, no birds or trees to play by the wind but the wind itself, which blew softly across her leathers and did nothing more than press more purple against her:thumb440311340:




quote by henry david thoreau

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Waah, thanks so much for the feature!! :iconblushplz: And these others are so lovely. :heart: I'm definitely going to give them a more thorough look-through when I finish this pesky paper.