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"That is not dead which can eternal
lie, and with strange aeons even death may die"
latest update: 10/03/2006
"All dressed with horror but still so fucking beloved The queen of darkness, the empress of thoughts All swept in tears I awoke and beheld She was indeed a sight for sore eyes The raven painted my heart with a daemons blood I fell asleep in a cradle of immortal art Though I saw an angel flee from the high tower of God Curiously I beheld the darkness ripping the heavens apart" [The Poem of Dark Subconscious Desire - EoB] |