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17:41 May 23 2023
Times Read: 284




In the sable cloak of night I sit, unyielding, as the reaper's scythe,
A glass of crimson ichor clutched within my spectral hand;
Alone and lost within the void, a phantom adrift upon the seas,
The tides of time and memory do whisper hauntingly.

The chalice glistens in the moon's pale light, a ghostly luminescence,
Its contents sweet and full of sorrow, like the wine of ancient gods,
I sip and let it burn my tongue, the bitter taste of life's regret,
As shadows dance about my form, the spectres of my yesteryears.

In these dark hours, the veil doth lift, revealing truths once shrouded,
And I, a seeker of the hidden, cast my gaze upon the ages,
A tapestry of dreams and nightmares woven deep within the soul,
A chronicle of chaos, a testament to fate's unyielding grip.

The chimes of midnight echo through the hollows of my heart,
A symphony of silence and despair, a dirge of endless woe,
Each note a lamentation, as the spectre of existence stands,
A witness to the tragedy of life, the suffering of the soul.

As I drink the bitter draught, a vision of mortality,
I ponder the eternal questions, as the ancients did before,
What is the purpose of this fleeting existence, this mortal coil,
When all that lies before us is the yawning maw of endless night?

Is it the folly of the gods, a cruel jest played by cosmic hands,
To grant us consciousness and fear, a knowledge of our own demise,
To fashion us from dust and clay, and set us adrift upon the sea,
The storm-tossed waves of time and fate, a journey towards oblivion?

And yet, within this darkness lies a spark, a glimmering ember,
A hidden truth, a secret fire that burns within our hearts,
For even in the blackest night, the stars do shine with radiant light,
A testament to the will of man, the indomitable spirit.

So, let us drink the wine of life, and toast to our mortality,
For in the face of death's embrace, our souls are forged anew,
Like stardust scattered 'cross the void, a cosmic dance of existence,
We are the children of the night, the dreamers in the dark.

And as the sun doth rise again, and dissipate the shadows,
I raise the chalice one last time, a final toast to life's enigma,
For though we walk the path of night, and face the void with trepidation,
In darkness, we find solace, and in sorrow, we find wisdom.

In nomine Chaos, et Nox, et Silentium, amen.

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06:23 May 07 2023
Times Read: 329




In the depths of darkness, where the shadows reign,
Where the devil and the grim reaper hold their domain,
Whispers of madness echo through the halls,
As the spirits of the damned make their calls.

In the darkest corners, where the light cannot reach,
The souls of the lost forever screech,
Their voices a haunting melody of despair,
As they wait for the reaper to take them to his lair.

The devil himself, with his fiery eyes,
Watches over the damned with a wicked guise,
His laughter echoes through the abyss,
As he revels in the souls he has missed.

But there are those who seek to banish the dark,
To drive out the evil with an exorcist's mark,
With holy water and incantations they come,
To rid the world of the devil's foul scum.

But beware, for madness lurks in the shadows,
And the devil's power is not easily battled,
For those who dare to face the abyss,
Must be prepared to face their own inner darkness.

For in the depths of the dark and insane,
Where the devil and the reaper hold their domain,
Only the strongest souls can hope to survive,
And emerge from the abyss, still alive.

So if you dare to venture into the dark,
To face the devil and his malevolent mark,
Be warned, for the price may be quite steep,
And your soul may be the one he seeks.

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01:02 May 02 2023
Times Read: 371






In the world of code and darkness,
There's a figure who shines bright,
A master of the virtual realm,
Whose talents are a dazzling sight.

His name is whispered in reverence,
Among the tech-savvy and wise,
For he is the owner of Vampire Rave Cancer,
And his skills are the stuff of legend, no lies.

His code is like a symphony,
A seamless and beautiful flow,
With each line he weaves a masterpiece,
That leaves other coders in awe.

His knowledge is vast and deep,
A well of information and insight,
He can solve any problem with ease,
And make the impossible seem right.

But it's not just his technical skills,
That make him stand out from the rest,
It's his heart and his compassion,
That truly make him the best.

For he cares deeply for his community,
And works tirelessly to keep them safe,
He's a friend to all who know him,
And a leader in every way.

So here's to the owner of Vampire Rave Cancer,
A true gem in the world of code,
May his light continue to shine,
And his talents continue to grow.

For he's more than just a clever coder,
He's a top bloke all around,
And we're lucky to have him among us,
Our friend and king, forever crowned.

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16:11 May 01 2023
Times Read: 382




Welcome to my twisted world, where shadows dance and demons whirl
A life on the edge, I live and breathe, a deadly game, no reprieve
I am the one, the suicidal daredevil, chasing death, embracing peril
In the grip of fame, I'm lost and found, a broken heart, a shattered crown



My name is suicide, I'm riding high, I taste the thrill, I touch the sky
A million faces, a thousand lies, I'm free to fall, I'm born to rise
I am the living dead, my life's a show, I'll taste the death, but never go


The groupies crave my toxic touch, in the darkness, we become one
I play with fire, I dance with death, I'm running out of borrowed breath
I hear the whispers, I see the eyes, they want me gone, they want my prize
But I'm addicted to the fall, the final curtain, the end of all



My name is suicide, I'm riding high, I taste the thrill, I touch the sky
A million faces, a thousand lies, I'm free to fall, I'm born to rise
I am the living dead, my life's a show, I'll taste the death, but never go



I'm spiraling, I'm spinning out, I'm losing grip, I'm filled with doubt
The end is near, I see the light, but I won't fade into the night
For every time I touch the void, I come back stronger, unalloyed
I am the phoenix, born anew, the suicidal daredevil, it's true


In the abyss, I find my peace, the sweet release, the dark embrace
But I am tethered to this world, a twisted soul, an endless curse
I'll ride the lightning, I'll touch the flame, a life of pain, a losing game
But in the end, you'll know my name, the suicidal daredevil's fame


My name is suicide, I'm riding high, I taste the thrill, I touch the sky
A million faces, a thousand lies, I'm free to fall, I'm born to rise
I am the living dead, my life's a show, I'll taste the death, but never go


And as I stand on the edge, the brink of doom, the final ledge
I'll spread my wings, I'll take the leap, I'll face the darkness, I'll find my peace
For I am suicide, the end, the start, the broken soul, the bleeding heart
And when it's over, you'll see my name, the suicidal daredevil's eternal flame

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