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The Patterned Tomb

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Lattice of bone shape the walls.

Crushed skulls line these halls.

Grinded to dust as they may be.

Break the wrong ones and the evil will be set free.

The bones never stall, nor end.

This isn’t a simple game of pretend.

Every new death creates several new bricks.

They’re somewhat easy to break, but not like stones and sticks.

I swear that these dim halls can talk.

Their spirits are still here; they love to creep and stalk.

Stalk by day, kill by night.

When they touch you, you’ll die from fright.

Goodnight sweet blessed lost souls.

I have lost my battle to the relentless ghouls.

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Suddenly

She makes a sound

Silence shattered freely

Shuttered…

Stuttered…

Seething…

Tonight

Is the only night where she can be…

Initiated…

Potentially the best and worst

Potentially

Plumped with nothing but…

Poisoned rotting cotton.

Beware of  ‘it’…

Beware of the shrouded ones…

Bewitched are they…

Bleating our prayers won’t make it okay.

Believe it now?

Believe…

Dying is easier than living

Definitely easier to deal with!

Death is a sweet cold slumber that you will love…

Don’t forget that your suffering will not end.

Death’s angels always laugh in delight with the devils…

She will speak for the chosen ones.

She will sing to the gifted ones.

She will cry tears of joy for the blessed ones.

She will wail in sorrow for the forlorn ones.

She has infinite power.

It’s only the beginning

Her power reigns over the universe

Her being is overwhelming

Her love fills all the hearts of the dead

Forget all that keeps you alive

For your salvation is here for you

Your death is the greatest sacrifice.

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Love-bound

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We are officially, permanently bound by our infinite love!

Skull to skull, spine to spine, stem to stem, blood to blood…. yes.

Can’t you feel it? I do… oh I truly hope you do!

I feel our internal organs mixing into one entity.

I can see sweet, sweet death overtaking us! It’s glorious my beloved!

We will be together on the other side forever… and ever… and ever…

No longer will we have to hang onto this misery that we call an over lived life.

Ahhhh… no need to tremble! It will be alright! No need to be frightened.

Our time had come my dear, I just knew it did! But our bodies certainly did not.

So I did what our bodies could not do! First I melded you and I into one and used the steak knife to make it one and done!

We have been alive for what has been centuries sweetie, it’s time to go!

No more worries for you and I! No bills, no school, no parents, no silly ex boyfriends! And no silly ex girlfriends for me.

I knew that you would be the one for me the day I was born!

Come join me in the afterlife Hon, it will be fun! It’s not like as though you have much of a choice… I really hope you don’t mind!


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Skull Density

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Density comes from within the skulls of the mad.

Everything dies and shrivels to a crisp within the skulls of the mad.

No one can predict how or why this phenomena occurs.

Sometimes I really wish that I was as dense as some of the skulls I count.

It really pleases me to get intoxicated by the thoughts portrayed by the mad.

Teasing me with soft black silk and rose petals made of blood.

You see now that example is just a small fraction of what I want from you….


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Counting Skulls

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I count human skulls for sheer good luck.

I count human skulls to help me sleep at night.

I count human skulls to help relieve my agonizing stress.

I count human skulls to help pass the time.

I count human skulls simply because I can.

I count human skulls because I want to.

I count human skulls because it’s fun.

I count human skulls and collect human bones.

I count human skulls by watching them crumble through my hourglass.

I count on the angel of death to bring me my beloved skulls.

I am the assistant of the angel of death.

I count human skulls because I am the skull counter.

I count human skulls for my dearest master.

I count human skulls, I count, and I count, and I count, and I count.


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