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Dungeon Chronicles

tales from the crypt
entry # 19
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ahhh �
the welcoming aroma of �
musky dankness... �
signals to the menagerie within �
languishing in sin and sinew �
ready to renew through methodical ruining �
tear.....gnash at thresholds �
destroy...destroy... �
then rebuild Man from Mud �
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let the flogging begin �
brick mortar soul �
touring his temple of doom �
where steel sharpens steel and �
iron shapes iron �
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plates slapped �
wraps strapped...blood trapped �
asphyxiated �
eyes glazed...fixated �
bass pumping...heart thumping... �
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the Ringmaster bellows: �
thy must earn the keep of thy humanity �
by sacrificing it �
through searing trials of humility �
do you commit?
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eye must know God �
through the heavenly throes of war �
that exists in all things i respond �
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the Faithful nod in agreement �
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Death is a friendly angel �
but Pain is the truest friend �
always letting you know where you stand �
and what you can stand �
the merciless crucible standing guard �
at Heaven's gate �
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i am racked again... �
weighted..pressed...iron maiden style �
torn asunder..limb by limb �
acidic..alchemic...archaic �
chanting forgotten medieval mantras �
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air betrays and abandons lungs �
spots dots vision...smeared like ink blots �
the Faithful ask in unison �
do you remember God? �
i strain....i struggle....i climb.....i dig �
i sweat.....i swear �
i wear my soul on my fuckin sleeve �
i believe.....i remember my
Gifts �
Of �
Divinity �
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hours stretch into eras �
visions of Prometheus...karma �
of Lazarus..trauma �
the nomadic one rises the victor �
endured the Richter of spectral movement �
the Mud is quickened �
doubt is bodied in the 1st degree �
decree tattooed underneath epidermis �
the bod thickened....hardened �
the mind enriched �
...galvanized �
the pineal de-calcified..pedigree declassified �
heart chambers purified...edified � �
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stripped bare of all pretenses �
and past tenses �
the Man is fully present �
and is ready to meet his God �