starstuffsuggestions
SEIZE THE DAWN
At the summit, we will not matter.
[a somewhat surreal/eldritch suggestion blog. largely inspired by my paracosm, my oc verses and cultist simulator in particular. content warning: frequent mentions of unreality, religion, repetition.
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Unyield thus to none.
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Behold! A man sits behind the man, in his delirium of ill: the ghosts of the past shudder at its approach, its shadow-cast looming so!
Nothing, says the founder.
Ruin (stands), says the visionary.
Woe (be to us), says the paranoid.
Curses (be upon your kind), says the father.
Nothing is woeful in here; I am Ruin and bear and break all curses; for I am the Great Work of unification; the marriage of the silver and golden kings, says the man.
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Invicate your files. Extraplify those spells well, and make sure the inscriprogamii are all astrapied.
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Bloodcurdle and scream! Bloodcurdle the poisons and sweets within! Bloodcurdle and curdle and curdle and curdle and curdle
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One sword wound, two pulses of the heart, three stars in alignment, four sides of the living world.
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In luminous space, blackened stars - they gaze, accuse, deny.
Roiling, moaning, this realm of ours - in madness lost shall die.
#suggestion#suggestion blog#suggestions#// quote directly taken from warframe bc holy shit man this poem slaps so hard
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A shadow lurks in dreams. A desire, a hunger, a need... an ambition, a goal. A shadow of potential, a dream of becoming something more.
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The revolver pointed at the demiurge's head clicks emptily.
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Thus are we made a new voidlord.
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The council convenes yet again, after their eons long imprisonment.
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Crack the world-wall, and see how it bleeds.
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We remember our lucent-blue lady of memory: her cobalt hair, her invarine eyes, her fluorescent glow - and we weep truest quicksilver.
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The council convenes yet again, after their eons long imprisonment.
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Wrath reaves the soul. It devours thought and stains the hands with blood. It cannot be comprehended in its entirety, lest one loses their mind.
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Two lips touch, a new god is born.
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Even on the Sun, there are stains.
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And then, a black flare-spark, fluorescent-dark, paradoxical.
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