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Dude, its just 12 hits of acidChrist illusion forms delusions of 400 bones!! Your foul legend tales of mer-things, man and animal!! Crushing cover!!! Taken by disgust!!! Leagues of pressure!!! Turns your bones to dust!!!Dude, its just 12 hits of acid
Blood diluting! Flesh protruding! A hideous sneer! Enormous Jaws; nature with no laws! Leave nothing here!! Eternal darkness! Ahab my guide! Razor sharpness! Boiling inside!
Stride the giant godless entity…Mistaken for prey! Dying for nothing to leave them rotting their bodies decay!!! We can’t all be masters! The belly of the whale! Jew
by ~Grim-Anonymous
Employee of the Month Edward looked around the small Downtown London diner with a disgruntled look on his face. Patrons carried on about thier business and, as if by some subconcious instinct, refrained from making eye contact with Edward. He seemed troubled by something. His tea sat in front of him on a saucer getting rather cold. James, sitting across from him, slowly sipped his tea.Employee of the Month
"Whats wrong, Ed? You've barely touched your tea." "Look I don't want any bleedin' tea James." Ed replied, pushing his cup away. "Well if you don't want it
by ~Grim-Anonymous
Open the GatesHell and Heaven quake And fire fills the sky Man, in silence, waits As the world begins to dieOpen the Gates
Great empires fall The gates are opened wide Doomsayers of Hell Call forth your demise
Armies stand at ready Armaggedon at your door One million strong, your heart is heavy Cities lost forever more
Mankind left in ruins By the sword of The Dark Lord The time of your destruction Is reckoned by the horde
Maelstroms of demise Pass judgement on the lands Enslaved behemoths rise And do as he commands
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by ~Grim-Anonymous
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Prove my loveby ~Murk280
An Evening TaleHe clicked the lime green lighter once, and a second time. On the third attempt the tiny flame sparked into existence. Cupping his hands to block the chilly evening wind, he held the lighter up to his cigarette until it lit and began to smolder. For several minutes, he stood in the dark alleyway, silent and smoking. After he had satisfied his carcinogenic urges, he let the remainder of his cigarette drop to the ground. Just as he put his black, leather shoe on the fallen stub to grind it into the cement, he heard a shrill scream. Crouching down, he observed the burnt and smashed cigAn Evening Tale
by ~penultimatedishonest
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