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Wash away the Celebacy

the godess was ever erupting, spewing and trickling magma over the edges of her odd architecture. she was her own volcano, and all her children were homemade. the fires died and lumonous priests wept ash, longing for rainfall to cleanse their cheecks and to wash all the celebacy away.

The children fly over their burial

screeching, cawing children perched on escalators, ascending to the subtle mid-day of a burial ground. ravens are laid to the ground, to their eternal sleep by various weeping animals, and a tall priest with divine anger in his aura consoles the creatures with false promise. the children fly over their burial, with nothing else to do but migrate.

Stalagtite Womb

Lashing of tongues erode her final wishes of purity. towering black golems made of the rainforests themselves stepped down from the skies,down to her intact waterfall. then they parted the cascades with ease, and infused sickly black and green throbs to her tough, stalagtite womb.

a child of marble emerged years later, giving off a white luminescent glow and the promise of ivy and ascent to join the golems.

Smile Embowed in Sin

julius was poised before holy saints, surrounded, cradled in despair by demonic lust of god's flesh and man's, cradled obsolete by the blackest mist. the saints slumbered in their thrones , reaching out one last time, in the throes of honor, but ultimately fell within the blackness, falling forever, experiencing forever the choking of black woe. and julius reigned a godless heretic, his smile embowed in sin, his piercing, foul sockets-once-were eyes, gazing upward, fluttering to the eternal downpour of anarchies prophesied.

Romancing of the Fade

cold, grey birth at 4am on a summer morning.
set free by light rainfall and the loss of reverence.
the lusting of fading stars and damp flesh.

Mayan Sunset

chisled death on the horizon of a mayan sunset, the last for an age, and

the silhouette of lovers in battle leaped and flickered to the burning

eye that watched. with every passionate dance and thrust of their

blades, the burning eye would close a little more, and a splash of red

dye stained their moonrise.