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Majestic Rise Majestic Rise:Majestic Rise by ~liquidcornelius
O! Cyclopean Czar!
Upon Solaris’s throne
With burning star…
Glare upon all known!
For you bring life,
Origin’s foundation!
Forever binding rife
Light to all creation!
You burn to dust!
You humble with rays
All will combust
Under your gaze
O! Exalted light clinging!
None will contend
Dually bringing…
Life and end
For you will reign…
Unrestrained…
Til’ night’s cold crescent…
Deemed incandescent
And you will demise…
Til’ your ascend…
To your radiant rise…
Ascension AscensionAscension by ~liquidcornelius
A sleek, silvered streak
Rolling royce warhorse
Tearing through town
Exhausting, the man
Metamorphoses into metal
Artificial veins,
Pump,
Blackened blood
Chassis burns
Human whimpers,
metallic cries
Violently spin
Now, ascended
He becomes the
silver screen
The Fence THE FENCEThe Fence by ~liquidcornelius
I awaken to a rupturing boom…
The winds tear, shredding through the sky. Roaring malignant waves wail and weave, but I close the window. The howls cease, soothed by the silent lullaby of approaching sleep, fading to daybreak…
Crack, a shattering splinter pierces my ears. The clock blinks 2:00 AM repeatedly as I awaken to that horrid crack. Does my safety and security still stand tall and strong?
“W-W-What was th-th-that?” I demand fearlessly to the suffocating emptiness of my dark room, staring outward to the impenetrable darkness. I knew it could not, and it shall not ever answer.
I reached for the p
Memoir My earliest memory perfectly encapsulates the primary motif of my life: the battle of uncertainty and certainty. My first memory revolved around a black metal gate covered in chipped glimpses of metal and the vast grassy field behind it. I remember walking through that grass and seeing the perfectly aligned row of towering pine trees. I recall the inhabitants of the field: each spotted butterfly, each flower (mostly dandelions), and the location of each dip and hill in the terrain. Through that gate across my house lay my first conscious sanctuary, memory, and tangible image. But my parents didn’t remember; there never was an obsidian sMemoir by ~liquidcornelius
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Once a frog, always a frog!
MOERRRROOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!