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kyphi.

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Published: September 21, 2012
I






oh, I,







how I wish
that my body
was a beast
for you,

a machine




for you.



I have walked.

I have walked miles on the same stretch of road. Back and forth across the space of five hundred paces. Every time passing I've realized something new. My hammer is heavy. The fire must be fueled.

I've broken the sarcophagus now. I smell like old dust. Frankinscense. Kyphi. Myrrh. My belly's full of cassia. Cedar oil like sweat in my skin. I've incised myself till my body was a beast for you, a machine for you. Flesh is the meaning. Flesh is the sacrifice. I've taken on your scars, but it is not enough. Never enough.

My hammer is heavy. The fire must be fueled.

It begs. Ardent. Hungry.

I've got fuel. I've got so much fuel I can hardly breathe. I've got cedar bark and sandalwood. Armfuls. Saffron threads. It stings the eyes the colour of cardamom, soothes it with the cool touch of honey, of figs, of cypress. Juniper eviscerates the beast in me and hollows it out for the warrior to take hold.

I am a god. I am the meaning. I am the sacrifice.

I have walked miles on the same stretch of road. Back and forth across the space of five hundred paces. Every time passing I've realized something new. This time is no different.

I will build my temple here.

My body is a beast,
for you,

a machine




for you.



The men are like ants. Crushing what stood here before. Making dust, making sand, making salt of it. It burns as I count out my paces.

My hammer is heavy.

The fire must be fueled.

The fire demands more fuel.






I have walked,
oh, I have walked.
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© 2012 - 2019 retromortis
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A solo I did for my prophet, Starke, for the writing game EX VOTO.

Always looking for fresh blood. :heart:

Icon is made by me of Rick Genest.
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framedbonesHobbyist General Artist
I've missed your writing
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retromortisProfessional Traditional Artist
the new game's packed with my writing. :3 if you want to watch those boards for it
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framedbonesHobbyist General Artist
oh totally, I'm thinking of joining also, I've missed writing with everyone~
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Ffff. D: Damn it.
Oh irony. I have been thinking character scheme. I wanted to do a pseudo-fortune teller. XD

Bloody. I need to get on this.
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retromortisProfessional Traditional Artist
DO ITTTTT also text me fffff. or get on aim xD
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this is FANTASTIC. its like Iv never understood more
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shatterscopeStudent Traditional Artist
aside from the fact that the writing her is beyond fantastic, I really just cant get over his expression in the icon.

-xo.
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RazukieHobbyist General Artist
If there is a larger of the icon. That'd be awesome
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NoChristmasJokesPlzHobbyist Traditional Artist
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.
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[link] graphic i made, if you have any use for it.
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i've used rick as a playby before. he's a good choice.
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retromortisProfessional Traditional Artist
for starke, all i want to do is paste rick's head on gangnam style gifs. jkdfgsdf he's a pro xDD
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If you want to publish any of your work, look me up: [link]
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