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My veins run cold with the cursed blood of Desire And as I hang upon the rope, my boots are weighed with lead. All days of yesterday and all tomorrows share the same ancient name - Regret. This plague of Adam inflicts my wretched tissue, And twitching, trembling, through the night I bleed. My wavering voice echoes through the empty halls of long-dead kings, Who painted their world in the colours of Malice. My lady War, I claim thee, as you’ve claimed my bones And fed my marrow on the Wildness of man. I shall cut off my arms and gouge out my eyes, And my tongue will wave as a flag. I shall walk until my skin wears off. I shall walk until forgetting absolves me.
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Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 7:27 AM UTC
Bloodwrought Son of Adam
My veins run cold with the cursed blood of Desire And as I hang upon the rope, my boots are weighed with lead. All days of yesterday and all tomorrows share the same ancient name - Regret. This plague of Adam inflicts my wretched tissue, And twitching, trembling, through the night I bleed. My wavering voice echoes through the empty halls of long-dead kings, Who painted their world in the colours of Malice. My lady War, I claim thee, as you’ve claimed my bones And fed my marrow on the Wildness of man. I shall cut off my arms and gouge out my eyes, And my tongue will wave as a flag. I shall walk until my skin wears off. I shall walk until forgetting absolves me.
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20/M/Samogitia
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 7:27 AM UTC
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