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Literature Text
The edge of reason
Breathlessness
In anticipation
The final act
Held hostage to
your self integrity
Soul division
A loss to reason
A moment's madness
Sanity's insanities
The cursed and the
blessed
The Reverend Mother
Dark star
Black Angel
The still of night
A crescent moon
The shining
The swearing in
A foregone conclusion
The old and the new
The new ages and the
ageless
The all seeing eye
Blind faith, fate alone
A missionary and a visionary
Bonfires exploding into the
light
Lit up the night
Eclectic Angel, eletctric light
Barbed wire, razors edge
A crown of thorns
Halos of fire and ice
X-rays the Heavens
Frozen over in the tundra
and the finite and the infinite
Forever unseen the dead of night
Literature
Dead
Dead men are walking; I am a dead man,
And when you die so will you.
The young are dead, the old are dead, and
Lucifer's rejoice is here.
The Angel's are dead, and God is running, Mother
Earth is bleeding, and Hell is overflowing.
Literature
A Vision of Death
In these hallowed halls of desperation, I am lamented by errors and purging hatred. I am the undominating figure, the key to the time of becoming right wing, firescorn ignorists, succeeding with the values of defiance and nothing more. I will tread through these bitter legends, these blight hourts. My time in this forsaken sepulcher will not glide away. These scourging phantoms, poised into the drapery of self-afflicting fashions, willst not withdraw, their unfaultering presence soothing me with the elements of uncomprehensible dimensions. This infinite nourishment, this breathless darkness, is a veil, a sheet of unspeakable abodes of...
Literature
When in Death
Darkest part of life is Death
We hate and hide from our last breath
But is there death?
I am not sure
When in after death, we live again
In the after-life once more
We cower in fear
As the sands of time dissappear
Feeling the icey breath of death on my neck
A blanket of fear warms my Intrinsicality
The boney fingers of death
Squeezing at my soul
Single handedly takes our lives away
Before we even know
© 2026 RJBG
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did you use ai to write that?