Mr.Wagner never believed in hell, I don't much either, oh well... to his amazed surprise, after he died, his eternity's being spent hungry and fried, cast down upon a burning plain, ravenously hungry, skin boiling pain, beside him a pile of mouldering dead, he could endure the hunger, remain unfed, but as he screamed his hatred to Gawd, he left no fucking bone ungnawed.
Blood red sky, blood red water, blood of son, blood of daughter, sorrow more than humans can take, the children's blood in the blood of Blood Lake.
My bud RavynsWorld created the dock, the lamp and the boat. She have stores at Rendo and Content Paradise and elsewhere. She that wonderful combo of reasonable price and high quality work one seldom sees.
And she my bud... it WINWINWINWINWINWIN into infinity
Forgetted: This dedicated to my bud Excelia who is the artist I'll never be and my dA bud to boot.
Deep within the dark, cold ground, a silver casket keeps him bound, walk too close you'll hear the scratching, the horrid sound of frenzied gnashing, as he tries, tries and tries again, to find his way back to the world of men, to repay the debt of blood and rage, written darkly on his soul's page, his eternal struggle will never cease, he may be at rest, but he's never at peace.
The grave is a hypnagogia freebie available at ShareCG.
=GypsyH is in the hospital and my kid's maternal Grandmother got abulanced there tonight with a possible heart attack, so I am unable to sleep, raging like animal, but with no outlet for the anger and fear as there is no guilty party in either case.
Long ago, he ruled the land, millions died at his command, now he's stuffed between two walls, without the space to scratch his balls and they no longer feel the dread, they use his glow to read in bed... Gods and Demons all fall down and then, another comes aroun', flow and ebb, ebb and flow, Dark, Light, the cold winds blow.