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Cesare Pavese, translated by Roberta Payne, from "Death Will Come,"
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Edith Wharton, from The Collected Early Short Stories; "Afterward," written in 1910
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“Oh, what joys might I find. If I left behind this bleeding heart of mine, once and for all.”
— Helaena C Moon
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“… and there are oceans swelling underneath my tongue.”
— Helaena C Moon
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"Ohh... Oh, Lord Godwyn... Such cruelty..."
"My poor, sweet lordling should have died a true death."
"As the first of the demigods to die..." "How could such a thing come to be..."
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Clarice Lispector, from “Report on the Thing”, Complete Stories (tr. by Katrina Dodson)
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Godwyn the Golden, Prince of Death - Elden Ring
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From “Prince Lucifer” by Alfred Austin
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𝓛𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓑𝓮𝓮𝓵𝔃𝓮𝓫𝓾𝓫
I hope death finds me beautiful since nothing living does. And I hope death doesn't take everything and some of me doesn't rot. For a future life to see me and mourn for unknown bones, For a future heart to beat for mine since my rhythm got lost.
I feel really proud of this one poem 🙆🏻♀️
Little offering for Lord Beelzebub since he's been giving me a lot of energy to do my responsibilities, and I hope he forgives me for procrastinating so much.
He's been so understanding and caring, and I hope he knows how much I want to get better with his help.
I also made a clay beetle for him! I hope he likes it when I give it to him, I'm almost finished with it!
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this gloomy beast within my breast—a heart.
Anna Akhmatova, from "No Matter That Death " in Poems: Anna Akhmatova
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September is different from all other months. It is more magical. I feel the strange chemical change in the earth which produces mushrooms is the cause, too, of the extra ‘life’ in the air—a resilience, a sparkle.
Katherine Mansfield
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Amy Lowell, from A dome of many-coloured glass; “Before the Altar”
[Text ID: “I pour my heart and watch it burn,”]
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Prayer to Beelzebub
Beelzebub,
I hail you, Lord of Flies, Fallen Angel, Bringer of Plague and Liberator of the mind.
The wings of your swarm beat an infernal drum,
Pounding in the hearts of man.
Let the things that weigh me down die as a sick animal, rot feeding life to my own aspirations and desires.
Maggots of self mastery swim in the carion of my mind, devouring the rotten flesh of doubt and uncertainty,
Leaving only that which serves me.
Master Beelzebub! You who command the cycle of sickness, death and rebirth;
There is not one more sober than you.
The Wheel of Life turns, and flesh turns into soil-
Soil, into plants to feed the very flesh that will give to the soil again.
Rot and Return. Grow to rot again; such is inevitable and necessary.
Thank you, Beelzebub, my Lord.
May I ever be guided on your path.
Be my Lantern, and I will never stray.
Hail Beelzebub
Hail Satan
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