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I will die today. I will not die helpless. My death will not amount to nothing. My hand will draw the marks of my revolt. My flesh shall take the great shape of my revenge.
On a bit of a silt verses relisten and the youth have taught me where to find the drawing programs.
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Guys I think she wants me to go this way
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a prayer to the Saint Electric tonight? to thank her for the AC keeping us cool while we sleep, and for the lights all around us.
HER RESONANT SYMPHONY
THE DULL HUM THAT ECHOES FROZEN PLACES
TO BRING US TOGETHER AND SHARE WARMTH IN HER NAME
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Day by day, I'm being eaten by the story we gave birth to. I'm becoming what they see in me.
And honestly, Hayward - I'm starting not to mind.
#broadcast#reblog#the silt verses#paige duplass#the silt verses fanart#paige silt verses#tsv#tsv podcast#the widow of wounds#the many below
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May we get a prayer to the blinding Bright eyes who lurks upon the crooked turn this fine night!?
Eyes peering from beyond fog
Keeper of corners and tight squeezes
May i slink my way through the night
And pass by your gaze so bright
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Good evening! a prayer to the Slag King, as thanks for the infrastructure all around us?
Your shirt sticks to your chest.
The shoulders of your shirt grow heavy.
The cold finds its way under your skin.
You shiver, and the city shivers with you.
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a prayer to the Saint Electric, to end the day right? :3 praise be to her name for the coffee in our cups, our lights in the dark, and all her other wonderful blessings.
Oh Sainted Current,
Praise be. For she provides for us comforts in our daily grind
Hail her name as her pulse lights our lives and gifts us with her sweet charge
Let us rejoyce at our days end, for another begins tomorrow
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Good morning! Clear signal be with you. A prayer to the Saint Electric, to start the day off right?
Blessed Saint. Your signal carries over hill and vale,
Through stone, steel and flesh.
Let your voice be heard.
Let your every whisper meet its intended ear.
Praise the Sainted Current
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GOOD MORNING LISTENERS.
THE SIGNAL IS STRONG TODAY.
INBOX OPEN, NOW TAKING PRAYERS REQUESTS AND INQUIRIES
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I will die today.
I will not die helpless.
My death will not amount to nothing.
My hand will draw the marks of my revolt. My flesh shall take the great shape of my revenge.
I will steal myself away from their intent for me. My blood will not ripen their soil, nor shall my body blossom into their chosen colours.
I will bring them fear instead.
My death today shall be the quiver in the executioner’s hand tomorrow, the wavering doubt in the mind of the justiciar.
I will be hallowed, but not for them.
I will die. I will not die
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The road ahead is long and aching,
Beset by walls and razor wire,
But there’s no other road I could be taking,
And walls are steep but I’ll climb higher.
You and I will meet,
With bloodied flesh and ruined feet,
For that final, empty sleep,
To lay me down in your arms.
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Diversity win! The religious fanatic that turned you into a grotesque shrimp creature is transgender!
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This is the place.
This has always been the place.
You were always walking towards this moment.
We were always waiting for you here.
The soil will swallow you.
The roots will tear at you.
Foxes and flies will bear you away.
There’s nothing left to hold on to.
There’s nowhere left to go.
There’s no need to worry any more.
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Sundress is when woman wear dress in sun. ⌛️
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