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Sunday, July 2nd, 2006
a thousand skulls as a war memorial
Scabs of the past peeling slowly from a dark and distant memory. emptiness. whispering menace glinting beneath the skin. consumption in the vast eternal maw. decaying teeth flickering over the tongue of the faceless. debasement of eternal torment. dark is the light. dark is the light. And everything is black. carried along the eternal corridor. entombed in a sarcophagus of hate. lined with the flayed hide of the weak. draped in the lungs of the aborted.tongues drooling the acidic fear of menace. peeling skin to bones. blackening with cancerous shame. disemboweled by the grotesque and carried forth on hands of wicker. buried in the wailing mud of rejection. the voices of doom carried on the winds of the virus. a thousand voices darken the great unholy destination. where the mighty winged ones sleep. awaiting you. broken and dissected. their teeth filed into the sacred shapes of the damned. held down by faceless darkness. the universe shrinking back through time. a mouth held open to the bottomless pit. the flavour of the death of all that have come before. the air bloated and brittle with fear. solidifying. forever mummified in the molten ruins of the rejected. their gleeful pain a molten wave that consumes. fields of blood and onyx carry your remains to the last chariot of stone drawn by the great caribou. dragged across the valley of the endless void. to a place where no word exists. where you are left atop the final precipice. the vast expanse of hopelessness stretching into the infinite. beckoning with the shattered feathered hands of the damned. - Seldon Hunt
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