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“ and i saw heaven opened, and behold, a white horse, and He who sat on it is called Faithful and True, and in righteousness He judges and wages war. His eyes are a flame of fire, and on His head are many diadems; and He has a name written on Him which no one knows except Himself. He is clothed with a robe dipped in blood, and His name is called The Word of God. ”

Revelation 19:11-21

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At times the half of me aglow, at times the half of me oblivion—

Juan Ramón Jiménez, tr by Robert Bly, from “Zenith,” written c. 1919 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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“ and i saw heaven opened, and behold, a white horse, and He who sat on it is called Faithful and True, and in righteousness He judges and wages war. His eyes are a flame of fire, and on His head are many diadems; and He has a name written on Him which no one knows except Himself. He is clothed with a robe dipped in blood, and His name is called The Word of God. ”

Revelation 19:11-21

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there’s a god in his head again, and tonight no amount of lines or vodka can quiet them down. back inside the bar, a stranger with too many tattoos and a million bad ideas is waiting for him, but he can barely see straight, leans halfway down into a crouch and watches his breath cloud in the air as he tries desperately to get grounded. at the sound of her voice, uriel turns, can't help but stare for a moment as he watches the snow gather in her hair like a halo and everything in his head finally falls silent. reaching out then to shakily accept, her hand brushes against his, sends a flight of visions ringing through his skull, burning his eyes white - the dead rising from their graves, the water turning to blood, the eli, eli, lama sabbacanthi’s of those too late to repentance. it should be too much pain to bear; something twists deep in his gut when he realizes it is, and he’s got a taste for it now. he places the cigarette between his teeth then and lights it, his face aglow in the dark for a moment as he closes his eyes, watches his vision scatter with divine afterimage. “i’m sorry to hear that.”

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Ophelia lit a cigarette up, leaning against the cold brick wall a few feet away from him “Don’t worry. Armageddon is not the reason why I walk this Earth. Care for a smoke?”. 

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and by the wild beasts of the earth; | “ los angeles esperaran / es el fuego que yo conozco ”

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Bertolt Brecht, from Selected Poems: 1913-1958; “Sentimental Song No. 78,”

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Não derramem sangue  by _OTA

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he’s right and lilith knows it, bites her tongue till she tastes blood and feels her face flush with rage. infinite knowledge, authority over matter, and freedom from death - all in exchange for eternal bondage, the kind his father had fallen to break. she’s gone to the ends of the earth to assure that she spends the rest of eternity in solitude, hasn’t seen another soul in millenia or spoken in even longer. that he would seek her out in hiding only to speak to her like a dog - she grabs the knife off the table before she can stop herself and slams it down between them, her face inches from his. “as if i could forget.”

❝    LET  ME  REMIND  YOU   ,   that  you  are  here  because  of  the  gifts  bestowed  upon  you  by  my  father  .    in  return  ,  you  gave  him  your  immortal  soul  .    he  owns  you  .    THEREFORE  ,  I  OWN  YOU  .    ❞

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“...bedded like angels, two burn one in fever.”

Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems, “Wreath for a Bridal”

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“Do not condemn me to the torture of loving you, losing you, and having life yet left to live.”

— María Josefa García Granados, tr. by Lina M. Ferreira, from “Farewell,”