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Sep 2019
Gaze in astonishment at The Four Horsemen galloping over the rotted lands
Witness as the Death Wielder chops off heads that roll around in the sands
Let it be known that the tomb is death’s womb as the darkness of thy mothers’ womb

Beware of the Raven of the Woods and of the creatures crawling between heaven & earth.
Know that there are Chthonic gods, infernal, bad and unpleasant deities of the underworld.
Stay clear of these grudging and vengeful destructive forces known as the Three Furies.  
You will know these punishing hags by the snakes in their disheveled hair
and from the blood dripping from their eyes.  
If you see their whips, run for your life,
for they will punish you unceasingly for your lies.

Cringe at the horror that changes ordinary faces into boiling madness.
You will find discolored pus oozing from the enlarged white-heads
where tender red rings encircle the infected regions of your skull’s surface.  

In realms of blackened fates, I recall that she had to die a second time, in my remembrances of her,
so that I may have survived the first (of her actual death).

In this medieval labyrinth of purgatory, your spiraled fate also becomes mine.
Rachel
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Rachel  108/F
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     Fawn, --- and Crazy Diamond Kristy
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