Submissions by doreenheimer (Eden Aethers)

Samhain's spoken proses heard :
Twas estranged sockets electric,
Which sparked the rod rusted on the edge inside of us, moss haze won't to never be moist again . . .
Mucked within a mörk, silver liquid through flames, around such venamun, spills the gas, across soot ridden decay of hard oak ground -
Wooden oldroot poise with the Stonemason's Citadel, Molten steel yet the cold weeping of mother's tears on top the said concrete.
The harshness of rock-solid branches, the misshapen drudge, protruded from my cuffs, but a visceral noise which may shackle me onto...

- Realization of the Wake of Existential Insomnia, the shade of me asks myself if I truly let my nature become a Gaff, the Dem of what I used to be . . .
- Across from the stars and pastoral Zion bodies in the Skies of Night, a mute Forest Village down mountain hill tops breed a blind Agnosia Farm.
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- Postal Petals of Cherry Leave Clovers, gleem moonlight bright, decayed and perosed like raindrops on Mother Earth's soil ground.
- As to say, I am the Nightmute, the whom of eve's wind-blow an Aether Sound which maddens the Farm Flock.
- Echopraxia I heard of a...

Inside our exoskeletons with brays of iron ribcage as our prison bars, we search for a lost key;

An indescribable sadness comes from the electric shocks which are a negative impact to our positive stances of energy,  

In our Mech-Hearts and bionic souls, we are unwillingly motionless, willing a will to be free.  

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Coming to ends of all times existing, as and beyond existences of all things remembered are being slaughtered with glee.  

As these butchers of memories, of ages of green lively nature, are the same cybernetically engineered...