PeepholeHeaven is a dark room, and we are all bound by rusted chains;Peephole
You! knock me off this pedestal! How dare I dream of falling through the peephole, what an undeserved desire. And with no nimbus to catch me, where would I land?
The wind wisps past our hair, whispering promises of pain, never met. This dark room separates thought from form, Today is no day at all, yet none are willing to weep. Thank you Gregory.
Weakness. You are week, as am I, and indeed all. And sadly, nothing is true, save whats outside this room.
The cracks that line our prophets walls cannot be fixed, and attempts to mend th
PeopleWatchful eyes gaze, no reflection save their own. An eye blinded by deceit, and the bliss of an open universe.People
Fractal images fill the sky, the dictation of this awareness of awareness presents a threat, the threat of truth that spells disaster, but still the base instinct lingers.
The willingness of the pursuit of happiness blinds even the shaman, and what became of Samhain? The death of a movement.
Planets almost collide, leaving only traces of their gravitational pull, expecting disaster, only to get what they most fear, and the fear becomes you.
Death and birth are truth, but do the ends
A Flood to Kill Us AllAn old man is dying and he weeps, Alone in the madness that's surly coming, no love for him, it's overwhelming, we are born to die aloneA Flood to Kill Us All
Unexpected children in terror, with shattered brainwashed diamond eyes, the warning, so subtle, you may miss it, not them, their faces draw into dust
Women destroyed inside, fake smiles prying, giving birth to monsters, the look, the stare, they know whats coming, but still they look on with joy
The grey machine is churning, bodies burning, men who never told a lie, their fate, as yours, is writ in nothing, no prophet to guide them, they never were
The sky
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