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Gabriel Feb 2014
Swam these waters,
Tasted these dreams,
Felt these desires,
Wasted in screams,
Loved in excitement,
Pleasured by pain,
Torn from contentment,
Feeling so strange,
Embraced in memories,
Hidden from regrets,
Laced in elegances,
Hoping to forget,
Kept from decisions
Held in distension,
Caged by emotions,
World of retentions,
All in the scope of the minds most curiously created contention.
Éktoras: “I come from a transposed departure that Achilles infringed on me, which in turn is based on the fearsome Acheans who will make my sorrow sensitive. My destiny was a scourge that dragged me through the outer walls very close to the upper chest where I was mortally wounded by Achilles! However, from the heroic vapors of Delphi, I was helped by Apollo. Thus it has been possible to specify that your Lymphoma is the clinical inquisition of all of us who have been assisted by Apollo in the field of Ares and that his physical examination vigorously continues with the blood tests that must be scattered in the vehement fields of the Aqueos. I know that bordering extra-lymphatic confines will no longer be protected by your Falangist comrades and that your diaphragm will lift the universe of all nations that lose and groan the pain of a hero. The painless pretenses will go through squares of distension in organs that lie on the infected tips of the Dorus. That the distances will be appeased by Apollo ..., antagonizing them as if it were the Omphalo turned into a disguised Lymphoma, which afflicts the defenses of the world and its relentless atmospheric destruction, just as it was in Santorini when Erebus moved like a spit to the core of the Kassotides in the presence of bad content in the Marmaria of Delphi, eternally in the pain of an infected world, and the bad stench of the Lymphoma that grew at colossal steps impossible to house them in their body, just as if they were a swallowed son of Zeus for the same well-accomplished sweating event. Vernarth on my back I carry your Lymphoma like a lost Universe of Pain that is constituted in its desertion, dissemination in extranodal ..., where everything deceives the revival of the physical, but always escorted by the vicinity of the Castalia of Apollo. Your shield has attached itself to the fat Ursido and the Taurus, forming the inaugural grooves of the Shield me, and of the bronze that protects the mediastinum of your body between the sternum and thorax. "My Beloved Vernarth, you have resisted the heat of 25,000 thousand degrees similar to the rays of Zeus in your entrails, making everything that invades rise in you where there is no more space than to reside with a sword that removes everything exceptional and fleshy, that It has degenerated because history has degenerated because of your Victory! Achilles has done in me what God came in me with his nations after the Mashiach did trace that region of my mesenteric artery, which is still alive in me ..., and where Achilles could not reach with the eagerness to cut my breath "Vernarth, I have come to your equanimous feet with mine and with their inaccessible bare feet, for your Kenosis that I do not doubt that it will not be deliberative when trying to drag you like me through the outside walls"

Éktora or Héctor addresses Vernarthl and applauds him at the initiation that was adjacent to the four sagites of Zefian and Wonthelimar, protocolizing the Ibics Rings of Nyons that Wonthelimar brought.

Ibico 1: "Wonthelimar brought purity, for all who needed him and out visiting in the dark, then he would find the light when he came out of the cave alive."

Ibico 2: ”Vlad Strigoi in the center of the ministry with the Chiroptera, and others of the mercurial ambrosia invoking the Cinnabar of Tsambika. Having all the protocol of Transylvania and eternity with the waters of the Antiphon Benedictus ”.

Ibico 3: "From the Eygues, the waters evaporated for healings of the tormented initiatory processes of raising the four Arrows of Zefian, to indicate the zenith of the Megaron, as if they were surrounding a Castalia for such solemnity."

Ibico 4: "The antlers of Wonthelimar, here carried the Oikos or Golden threads of Orfí for the Himatión and investiture to anoint the body of Vernarth, bringing the air atmospheres of the Alps and the Ida as a complement to Mycenaean-Valdaine, thus they were inaugurating solemnity and its Honorability ”.

Ibico 5: “everything became the fold of the brass that spoke of the fifth plasmatic element that would contract the universe and the Hyperdisis galaxy, to praise him of the neurological hyper brain and the Duoversal of Vernarth twinned to the Mashiach, remissively rising by the medrones that were caressed by the hands of Héctor ”.

Ibico 6: "The sixth piece of crowns from Kafersesuh brought the pollinations of Lepidoptera, to the central stage of investiture under the gloom of Helleniká and Theoskepasti, where everything was the Inheritor of the older Ibix called Wonthelimar."

Ibico 7: “The dense voice of the Cinnabar and the Antiphon Benedictus joined the Lenten fast in all the ascribed hoarse voices, inquiring the true phoneme-photon of divine mass light to build the Áullos Kósmos. From here the purification will go up in synchrony through the final growth medron of the Ibex de Wonthelimar, up to the millimeter shoulder of the assembly of the square meters that will illustrate the Megaron´s Acrotera, and the Iridescent Nimbus that percussed between the Áullos Kósmos and the Vas Auric "
Éktoras
Twalib Mushi Jun 2018
My tale began
The day I was born
It may perish
When I am gone
Or may it cherish
To the next generation.

As life developed severe pain
And distension
I remained serene
In the midst of this midstorm
I could give in
But I hold the future with my palm
As I never wanna be a buffoon
Still waiting for my time
Over and over again
But I will be fine
Whatever my fortune
I'll be fine
Joseph Elward Jul 2018
Music
Lyrics
Sound no bound

I have to write a Tribute to my
Favorite Electronic Group
Her voice from an Angelic Dimension
His Electronic Sampling from a Seraphic Extension
Dark Moonlight Musical Distension

Aural Audio
Moaning Groaning
Sighing
My soul flying

Rainbow Sparkle to my ears
This Duo has mastered their Entertainment Fears
Their Lyrics put one in a
Psychedelic Trance

I hear Vivid Colors and Bizarre Patterns
True Audience Romance
Her voice embalming my mind
Unholy woman kind

How can I pay tribute to the
King and Queen of 3D Pop

Death seems to be a driving theme
The loss of a Loved One can drive you insane
Why does God inflict unbearable emotional pain
With only Nightmarish Wisdom our Gain

Please keep entertaining the Dead
We all really just live in our head
Then one day when we will be born into our new life
We all will attend
The Eternal Concert
When we are lying
Beneath the dirt

— The End —