

EndgameA cave lies hidden, a thorny path of thistle and briar. Within, an entity, a being, close to form.Endgame
A trail of blood leads from foot of cave to end of path. The walls drum heavy with the rhythm of history.
Pools of tar define the contours of the effigy, mapping the chrysalis of the phenomenon's disease;
pity and remorse stay the sculptor's hand.
A soiled rag sups at the black pools and is rung wearily with gnarled hands, mingling the liquid with the body politic below, caking the sculptor's feet with mud.
He sighs, as he knows he has not much time as the air
Need some critique - very disenchanted with my writing at the moment... need inspiration!
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It always seemed to me that our fellow citizens had two passions: ideas and fornication A single sentence will suffice for modern man: he fornicated and read the paper.
- Albert Camus, "The Fall"
Hehe sweeeet.
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The Vortex Machines: [link]
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Hell is where the heart is.
Cecil Macabre.
What other bands tickle your fancy?
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The Vortex Machines: [link]
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Hell is where the heart is.
Cecil Macabre.
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The Vortex Machines: [link]
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Erin-Fection 'Letric tattooer. [link]
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Hell is where the heart is.
Cecil Macabre.
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It always seemed to me that our fellow citizens had two passions: ideas and fornication A single sentence will suffice for modern man: he fornicated and read the paper.
- Albert Camus, "The Fall"
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Hell is where the heart is.
Cecil Macabre.
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