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Time War
What have I seen? I have seen ancient beautiful cultures, Swept from existence. I have seen unending death- I have seen countless millions killed And brought back to life every second, In an endless cycle. I have seen unimaginably vast fleets, Clash in the maelstrom of the shattered aether. I have seen the Omega Arsenal unleashed As millions of Bowships, Blackhole Carriers, N-forms And planetary systems fell into the vortex of conflict. I have seen the clockwork of the cosmos Thrown into ruin. I have seen every moment in time and space, Burn as the skin of eternity fell to ash… What have I faced? I have faced the Horde of Travesties An
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The Movie House
Dark little scraps of celluloid On the cutting room floor, Creatures of the void And gratuitous gore. A pure scene Scream queen, A piercing scream Up on the silver screen. Lovers in a parked car, We know they don’t get far. Projector reels And demonic seals, The gates of Hell And a putrid smell, Spilt popcorn and juju beans, Slashers and assorted fiends. There is terror in the aisle, It looks like the bones have Been there awhile But you won’t tell, You have lost a lot of blood And you don’t look so well…
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The Bestial Moon
 The bestial moon grins at me And derides me- Mocks me! Seemingly so slight an evil… But I have seen its insidious nature. Its cunning! And now it howls at me! Its teeth struggle With maniacal force and fury, To gnash and rend me! All of its strength and menace, Blaze cataclysmic vengeance upon me! It pulls all of the world’s tides, To cover me- To pull me under and drown me! That gibbous dooming orb, Has done this to me! …Vainly do I struggle with the restraints, As the doctors prep the electroshock device. They think me a mad sufferer And I cannot persuade them otherwise… There is a disastrous stroke of lightening&
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I Know
I know of darkness that was the womb But I do not know this world cursed old, It is a wandering delusion full of great cataclysms That are moments of awareness. I know of darkness that is the night- Forged and tempered into a blade To war against the transgressions of the day And strike down its self-righteous light But I do not know peace No I do not know this particular madness. I know of darkness that is the hollow beneath the page, Where the ink extends, deepens and alters the labyrinth But I do not know my way out- The path eludes me…
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Defensive Pattern Kirk-Epsilon!
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Apex Predator (Not!)
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Bedlam
A thousand times a bewildering thought, A spider turning and twisting in a web caught, A perfect confusion learned And a thousand times taught, Tangled marionette strings in a tightening knot. So distorted a state of scenes- As from a fever teased, Erratic ill and splendidly diseased As I put ink to chaos and chaos to rhyme and reason Such is the mind’s crowning season.
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The Pale Woman of Na'su
Many things slither and crawl Across the moor of Na’su Under and through- Bracken and Meadow Rue. Nocturnal things suffer a figure to pass Among Crowberry and Cotton-grass. The night bows and does not resist As a female form moves from shadow and mist. The apex of myths baleful and dark Beneath the malevolent Moon’s arc. Here features an unnatural paleness assumed As though in darkness long entombed Yet holding still a supernal beauty unconsumed. There is phosphorescence in the deep vault of her eyes As the night wind wild and lamenting falls only to again rise Disturbing the milling of Crane Flies. Her naked skin is a white shro
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The Colors Of Pain
The pain they say- It is not real It is only the echo of something else It is only the shadow you feel. They do not see its colors. Black is the pain of slow necrosis and rot. White is the pain of preserving cold and destroying frost. Red is a sudden pain burning and searing hot. Blue is the pain of melancholy and things lost. Green is the writhing choking pain of poison. Silver is the slicing cutting pain of a razorblade. But pain can be colorless like a gnawing consuming acid And already it has won.
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Time War
What have I seen? I have seen ancient beautiful cultures, Swept from existence. I have seen unending death- I have seen countless millions killed And brought back to life every second, In an endless cycle. I have seen unimaginably vast fleets, Clash in the maelstrom of the shattered aether. I have seen the Omega Arsenal unleashed As millions of Bowships, Blackhole Carriers, N-forms And planetary systems fell into the vortex of conflict. I have seen the clockwork of the cosmos Thrown into ruin. I have seen every moment in time and space, Burn as the skin of eternity fell to ash… What have I faced? I have faced the Horde of Travesties An
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The Movie House
Dark little scraps of celluloid On the cutting room floor, Creatures of the void And gratuitous gore. A pure scene Scream queen, A piercing scream Up on the silver screen. Lovers in a parked car, We know they don’t get far. Projector reels And demonic seals, The gates of Hell And a putrid smell, Spilt popcorn and juju beans, Slashers and assorted fiends. There is terror in the aisle, It looks like the bones have Been there awhile But you won’t tell, You have lost a lot of blood And you don’t look so well…
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The Bestial Moon
 The bestial moon grins at me And derides me- Mocks me! Seemingly so slight an evil… But I have seen its insidious nature. Its cunning! And now it howls at me! Its teeth struggle With maniacal force and fury, To gnash and rend me! All of its strength and menace, Blaze cataclysmic vengeance upon me! It pulls all of the world’s tides, To cover me- To pull me under and drown me! That gibbous dooming orb, Has done this to me! …Vainly do I struggle with the restraints, As the doctors prep the electroshock device. They think me a mad sufferer And I cannot persuade them otherwise… There is a disastrous stroke of lightening&
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I Know
I know of darkness that was the womb But I do not know this world cursed old, It is a wandering delusion full of great cataclysms That are moments of awareness. I know of darkness that is the night- Forged and tempered into a blade To war against the transgressions of the day And strike down its self-righteous light But I do not know peace No I do not know this particular madness. I know of darkness that is the hollow beneath the page, Where the ink extends, deepens and alters the labyrinth But I do not know my way out- The path eludes me…
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Bedlam
A thousand times a bewildering thought, A spider turning and twisting in a web caught, A perfect confusion learned And a thousand times taught, Tangled marionette strings in a tightening knot. So distorted a state of scenes- As from a fever teased, Erratic ill and splendidly diseased As I put ink to chaos and chaos to rhyme and reason Such is the mind’s crowning season.
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The Pale Woman of Na'su
Many things slither and crawl Across the moor of Na’su Under and through- Bracken and Meadow Rue. Nocturnal things suffer a figure to pass Among Crowberry and Cotton-grass. The night bows and does not resist As a female form moves from shadow and mist. The apex of myths baleful and dark Beneath the malevolent Moon’s arc. Here features an unnatural paleness assumed As though in darkness long entombed Yet holding still a supernal beauty unconsumed. There is phosphorescence in the deep vault of her eyes As the night wind wild and lamenting falls only to again rise Disturbing the milling of Crane Flies. Her naked skin is a white shro
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The Colors Of Pain
The pain they say- It is not real It is only the echo of something else It is only the shadow you feel. They do not see its colors. Black is the pain of slow necrosis and rot. White is the pain of preserving cold and destroying frost. Red is a sudden pain burning and searing hot. Blue is the pain of melancholy and things lost. Green is the writhing choking pain of poison. Silver is the slicing cutting pain of a razorblade. But pain can be colorless like a gnawing consuming acid And already it has won.
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Ink River
I have not a single serene thought, Only a ceramic and brass inkwell Turned on its side And a black river that is the shadow Of light. My intellect is naught but an asylum And there is a cry of Bedlam! There is a sterling pen Inlaid with mother of pearl And so I write. I write demons and devils. I write longing and loss And sorrowful revels. I write consuming fire. I write plagues of ash And wrecking torrents of desire. I write vistas and realms. I write razed towers And marching ranks of steel helms, As the river of ink Begins to stain and sink…    …Into the wove paper of                 Time weighted elms.
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Te'gravall
As scribed in arcandritch scrolls, Morsidious shades And wretched tormensols Wander restless the hollows of Te’gravall, Where the dust of bones is a sorrowlent pall. No words intrude Within the solendstill vaults. There is no concept of time or magnitude For the guests of Death’s sepulchral waltz Only the terridark silence of solitude And the company of mute horrighasts that crawl- Wildly from the very cracks of lonelost Te’gravall.
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Ignorance, Arrogance and Knowledge
ARROGANCE: (on vacation in another country) “wow, look at all the foreigners!” KNOWLEDGE: “This is their native country so in reality it is you who are the foreigner.” ARROGANCE: ??? IGNORANCE: “I’m a proud African-American.” KNOWLEDGE: “What part of Africa do you come from?” IGNORANCE: “I do not come from Africa I was born in the United States of America.” KNOWLEDGE: “Do you speak any African languages?” IGNORANCE: “No.” KNOWLEDGE: “Do you practice any African religions?” IGNORANCE: “No.” KNOWLEDGE: “Do you follow
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The Clock At The Center of Chaos
    Imagine you are looking at a clock. As you observe the clock over a fairly long period you note that the clock works perfectly as a normal clock should, clicking ticking and chiming the hour. Soon you come to rely on the clock as a useful device and you never question how it functions. One day however you happen to view the clock from an angle slightly off to the side. You notice for the first time an identical clock perfectly lined up behind it so it could not be seen looking at the clock straight on. Upon examining the second clock you see that it has no hands but its chiming mechanism works perfectly. You also notice viewing the first
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I just figured out why zombies are so dumb! They're the "living dead" so they're oxymorons!
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thanks for the llama! Steven Universe Amethyst and Pearl (Poke) 
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Thank you so much for the Llama!:D (Big Grin) 
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Thanks for the Llama! ^u^
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