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Lies in a bed where his heart deteriorates. And the flaming quicksilver burns without faith. Beside him kneel the Planet-Children, Who wait for his death like perpetual motion. Fore when he breathes his final breath, They will receive crowns upon their heads. To get their trophies they must cut, A hole inside the Sick King's gut. Plunge their hands inside of him, Up into his body, far past their wrists. Go underneath his weakened ribs, To pull out the organ that let him live. Its drips with r...

The pouches of mine eyes, Are of the richest purples and blues. R.E.M. in upset. Stress because of you. Under the left one proper, Are the memories that I hold. But your actions have transformed them, To a violent, wretched mold. There were few of these I held, Because our times were minimal. But when we had them, Prince, The clock would stand so still. It seems as if these moments, Meant nothing in your mind. Like you were thinking of someone else, Wanted company of a different kind. Gaze at...

What follows is a lesson, on how to serve a Body A recipe of sorts, so do not take this lightly. Continue reading this, only if you have it in your power, A vengeance so full of Malice that this is the only answer. Not for the faint or those who possess the presences of joy. It's for those who must be taught to bring him down and to destroy. First, and foremost crucial when a Body is to be shown, You must get permission and a right before you try to do so. Not any being can display the joints...

Cook me in a bath, Full of electricity, Until a dove comes out of nowhere, And from my groin there grows a tree. Withered symbols for my Eve. It is her destined mortificatio, That a skull should sit beside her, As she eats her poison solo. Take Adam as the pierce'd One: With arbor Philosophica. He is Stabbed by Mercurius, He is from Miscellanea d'alchimia. Electricity in silenced process. It's pedestal is the Earth. A stream of black water flows, To Atlases that support. Red lions bleed red b...

First thought is always, 'O to feel his skin.' But the feelings that I feel, I can feel only with him. Somehow causing chaos, He can enter into my head. It seems as if I'm dying, Or that I was already dead. So precious I hold this struggle, These interims between us two. It can be more important, Than a struggle between groups. It's hard to keep composed. His touch will be of truth. So when we make contact, My lies are all removed. There needs to be a time, For rebirth such as this. Wish he c...