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Read MoreHeaven isAlways duskIn the old townOf some run downAntediluvian aberrationOf one of these large storied cities.Every bar is playing punk rockAnd doom,Every angle is leeringAndThreatening through the facadeOf brick and crawling moss.Demons and other denizensOf the dark prowl aroundIn...
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Read MoreThe Audio and Media files are being worked on. It is not a simple fix and will take time. Sorry for the inconvenience.
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Thanks for the info, Fia. Appreciate you, cuz.
Damian
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Read Moredeep I go and deeper stillcultivating sadness it shines inside of me why deny itsweet melancholy serenades in the shadowsquietly I play my melodymetiqulously I climb the notes into my black dintheir is cackling accompanied by whispersthe horde reside...
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Powerfully penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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hello dearest Damian thank you graciously ❤️
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Thia is a deeply moving poem, Crimsin. I felt especially those last 3 line. And the music made the poem more real to me, more tragic. To desire death, yet condemned to life, where only sadness can be found. And yet, there is also the deeply felt desire to be “understood”. Crimsin, you may not want anyone in your “onyx tower”, but your poem calls to us nonetheless. Is this not an invitation to at least feel your words?
You write powerfully, Crimsin.
Curt
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hello dearest Curt of course it is I hope to move always that you got it makes me happy thank you ❤️
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Read MoreI am AbaddonOf the bottomlessPit. Lord of nothingBut silenceAnd fathomlessDepths. Perpetually falling throughReality into one I constructOn my own. Destroying insect angel,Kill,Eat,Fuck,Die. I hear the callOf abyssal depthsWhen the moon is Just right. FuryWill get me throughThese dilapidatedDoldrums. The rage of theCleansing fireOf Guru. Purify with...
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supposedly there are instruments of destruction that were created for no other reason than to make us fear…amazing grace was grace that taught my heart to fear and grace my fears relieved I am not a christian because I don’t think they understand the very words they read… just food for thought and p.s a utopian society would fail great write ❤️