#anathema - Hello Poetry

Exotic trollwood harlotry and mule kit blues Tyrannical tyrannosaur traction padness Cohort cavorts clastic and witch’s *** hues Ontological ontogeny somatalogy fadness Inductive endemic veracities and talus weather clues Epistemological equilibrium’s homogeny badness Timeless rhetorical ruminations and ephemeral exigency dues Transcendent ascensional equivocal madness Tactile acuity prescience capacity intrepid intrigues Mystical symbiosis dharma sensorium sentiment proselyte Torturous tractive prosthesis umbrage ultraism colleagues Newfangled nocturnal nonchalant nether nestle neophyte Top notch topography tortoise trauma fatigues Faustian faux pas foist felicitous fealties socialite Agnate nous ontological ontogeny euphenics in league Mentalities evocative introjecting sycophant eulogizing apposite Mystical terrestrial equestrian tellurian tableau Panoramic imagery empiricist Evocative exserted apomixies’ ethereal should show Ontological somatology lyricist Reflective refraction remissions opulence could know Theosophy theophany epiphany equilibrist Magniloquent inductive extrapolation quantum back *** Transcendent nimbus nimiety exorcist

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Jul 12, 2019

Jul 12, 2019 at 1:05 AM UTC

toreinss-pinwinkel-iii

Rootclod Rudiments

Exotic trollwood harlotry and mule kit blues Tyrannical tyrannosaur traction padness Cohort cavorts clastic and witch’s *** hues Ontological ontogeny somatalogy fadness Inductive endemic veracities and talus weather clues Epistemological equilibrium’s homogeny badness Timeless rhetorical ruminations and ephemeral exigency dues Transcendent ascensional equivocal madness Tactile acuity prescience capacity intrepid intrigues Mystical symbiosis dharma sensorium sentiment proselyte Torturous tractive prosthesis umbrage ultraism colleagues Newfangled nocturnal nonchalant nether nestle neophyte Top notch topography tortoise trauma fatigues Faustian faux pas foist felicitous fealties socialite Agnate nous ontological ontogeny euphenics in league Mentalities evocative introjecting sycophant eulogizing apposite Mystical terrestrial equestrian tellurian tableau Panoramic imagery empiricist Evocative exserted apomixies’ ethereal should show Ontological somatology lyricist Reflective refraction remissions opulence could know Theosophy theophany epiphany equilibrist Magniloquent inductive extrapolation quantum back *** Transcendent nimbus nimiety exorcist

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# In the damp morning streets of my mind a smell of words so foul phrases that bind and forever hidden underneath a dark cowl Walking neath a hollow sky a living, breathing, stone-cold vaul as a lovely darkness constantly spills over my mind's eye but never reaching thy heart, this empty hall Words luminous like stars reflecting on the sea below my feet my mirrored self gripping onto bars this is where truth and make-believe meet I ask the Great Ones to give me the wounds I ask for those that I deserve Waited to bleed for many moons this body is eager and so is every nerve I cannot live another day living of the starlit night hiding my sole purpose away this fragile human shell, my endless fright Is this my Anathema? I feel endlessly accursed This mind's life is nothing but a phantasma and it seems nothing can collect what has once been dispersed Am I not dead yet? Is this not dying? I was not hit but still I bled Why have you taught me how to be death-defying? Blinded by what is illuminated I'm always drowing in the space between a warm light that has faded and a bright and terrifying fire burning so keen So just finally set my flesh ablaze break through this agony, a heart so tame let this sea of blood erase and overflow this frame #

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Sep 17, 2018

Sep 17, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC

Blade-Maiden

My Anathema

# In the damp morning streets of my mind a smell of words so foul phrases that bind and forever hidden underneath a dark cowl Walking neath a hollow sky a living, breathing, stone-cold vaul as a lovely darkness constantly spills over my mind's eye but never reaching thy heart, this empty hall Words luminous like stars reflecting on the sea below my feet my mirrored self gripping onto bars this is where truth and make-believe meet I ask the Great Ones to give me the wounds I ask for those that I deserve Waited to bleed for many moons this body is eager and so is every nerve I cannot live another day living of the starlit night hiding my sole purpose away this fragile human shell, my endless fright Is this my Anathema? I feel endlessly accursed This mind's life is nothing but a phantasma and it seems nothing can collect what has once been dispersed Am I not dead yet? Is this not dying? I was not hit but still I bled Why have you taught me how to be death-defying? Blinded by what is illuminated I'm always drowing in the space between a warm light that has faded and a bright and terrifying fire burning so keen So just finally set my flesh ablaze break through this agony, a heart so tame let this sea of blood erase and overflow this frame #

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[Verse 1] You will never know what's behind my skull So won't you say good night, so I can say goodbye You will never know what's under my hair So won't you say good night, so I can say goodbye You will never know what's under my skin So won't you say good night, so I can say goodbye You will never know what is in my veins So won't you say good night, so I can say goodbye [Chorus] Won't you go to someone else's dreams? Won't you go to someone else's head? Haven't you taken enough from me? Won't you torture someone else's sleep? [Verse 2] And you will never know what I'm thinking of Won't you go to someone else's dreams? So won't you say good night, so I can say goodbye Won't you go to someone else's head? And you will never understand what I believe Haven't you taken enough from me? So won't you say good night Won't you torture someone else? So I can say goodbye? [Bridge] Haven't you taken enough from me? Won't you torture someone else's sleep? Won't you go to someone else's dreams? Won't you go to someone else's head? Haven't you taken enough from me? Won't you torture someone else's sleep? [Verse 3] I start to part two halves of my heart in the dark and I Don't know where I should go and the tears and the fears begin to multiply Taking time in a simple place; in my bed where my head rests on a pillowcase And it's said that a war's lead but I forget that I let another day go by I want to be afraid but it seems that these days I'm caught under water and I'm falling farther My heart's getting harder, I'm calling my father Am I screaming to an empty sky? Empty sky, no way, that's me cause one half of my heart is free Empty sky, no way, that's me, cause the other half of my heart's asleep

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Sep 2, 2018

Sep 2, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC

h3ll0

Anathema (twenty one pilots)

[Verse 1] You will never know what's behind my skull So won't you say good night, so I can say goodbye You will never know what's under my hair So won't you say good night, so I can say goodbye You will never know what's under my skin So won't you say good night, so I can say goodbye You will never know what is in my veins So won't you say good night, so I can say goodbye [Chorus] Won't you go to someone else's dreams? Won't you go to someone else's head? Haven't you taken enough from me? Won't you torture someone else's sleep? [Verse 2] And you will never know what I'm thinking of Won't you go to someone else's dreams? So won't you say good night, so I can say goodbye Won't you go to someone else's head? And you will never understand what I believe Haven't you taken enough from me? So won't you say good night Won't you torture someone else? So I can say goodbye? [Bridge] Haven't you taken enough from me? Won't you torture someone else's sleep? Won't you go to someone else's dreams? Won't you go to someone else's head? Haven't you taken enough from me? Won't you torture someone else's sleep? [Verse 3] I start to part two halves of my heart in the dark and I Don't know where I should go and the tears and the fears begin to multiply Taking time in a simple place; in my bed where my head rests on a pillowcase And it's said that a war's lead but I forget that I let another day go by I want to be afraid but it seems that these days I'm caught under water and I'm falling farther My heart's getting harder, I'm calling my father Am I screaming to an empty sky? Empty sky, no way, that's me cause one half of my heart is free Empty sky, no way, that's me, cause the other half of my heart's asleep

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┈┏━╮╭━┈ ╭━-━-━-━╮ ┈┃┏┗┛┓ ┃╭ⓞⓘⓝⓚ┃ ┈╰┓▋▋┏╯╯╰━-━--━━╯ the data-driven non-culture awakens us to the fact that we are your enemy to laugh and leap for joy when the matrix implodes under the sheer weight of your soul-dead techno-hubris which it must and will sooner than you think. Hell awaits you and all your type unless perhaps God in His sovereign mercy grant you repentance unto life... but that is up to Him so until then take your data-driven global pipe-dream and go to HELL.

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Mar 12, 2017

Mar 12, 2017 at 2:48 PM UTC

connecthook

outcome-based drivel

┈┏━╮╭━┈ ╭━-━-━-━╮ ┈┃┏┗┛┓ ┃╭ⓞⓘⓝⓚ┃ ┈╰┓▋▋┏╯╯╰━-━--━━╯ the data-driven non-culture awakens us to the fact that we are your enemy to laugh and leap for joy when the matrix implodes under the sheer weight of your soul-dead techno-hubris which it must and will sooner than you think. Hell awaits you and all your type unless perhaps God in His sovereign mercy grant you repentance unto life... but that is up to Him so until then take your data-driven global pipe-dream and go to HELL.

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