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Post by darkness0within on Dec 5, 2020 13:50:42 GMT -6
Kingdom of despair.
Osiris and Amemait await my soul, For they will judge me in my death, And as I leave the land of the living, Towards the halls of double justice, Where the weighing of my soul will be, I walk within the forest of unnumbered nightmares,
So dark this place where night is everlasting, The sounds of hellish demons all around, Enough to fill my heart with dread, But soon I reach the halls of gods, Maat looks on as I stand before my jury, To appeal to each distinguished personage,
Forty two times I must plead my good character, Each time to speak the name of my inquisitor, My heart is laid upon the scales for judgement, One feather now condemns me for eternity, I quake for now Amemait smiles at my misfortune, For I am lost to his darkened kingdom of despair.
Darkness.
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Post by artolmaeus on Oct 3, 2021 21:36:55 GMT -6
I am the magician, I am the joker and I have paid the price of death with life, and life and life
I am the thief and the architect destroyed in form but not bereft as in death I have become circumspect
yet every chance taken, every risk risked shall be something unhewable and in the mouth of a indifferent gods my marrow is unchewable for all that daring as we can never lose our life anyways it was never ours, to begin with such is the joke to the joker the magic to the magician and the tragedy to the despaired and nothing to the knowing or the wanting, it is enough to burn the wood, regardless of its gathering brightly, brightly completely, and then upon the river styx give Wenenu the finger,because he cannot save even your scrat
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