gilded gold and shiny black make a stark contrast against knuckles turned white as he grips the throne; he is foolish, to think that none would dare defy his rule, and yet, here stands one --the only one-- who dared.
shiny black and gilded gold; the gilt cage, unseen but still firmly there against white knuckles and sharp teeth and even sharper eyes. he is too foolish to reconsider the decisions he has made and still, here is one who dares defy.
gilded gold and shiny black, a stark contrast against white knuckles and sharp teeth, and sharper eyes; he is no longer foolish and he has made decisions that hurt and hinder and destory. and ever still, there shall always be the one who dared.
shiny black and gilded gold, bleeding red and red and red amongst pale skin and dark hearts as sharp eyes watch on; the emperor is dead and the city is free. it shall go on, broken, battered, --healing slowly the wounds he caused-- and dreaming of the ones who dared to defy.
"With friends like you, who needs a medical license?" - Paimon, Aether's Heart
“It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.” - Grace Hopper.
all we are surround by is fear and dead men and dead men don't speak; they say the path to hell is pathed with good intentions. i like to think the path to heaven is pathed with tears and sorrow. but don't let me tell you that angels don't weep.
all we are surrounded by is death and destruction and destruction has hit its peak; the path to purgatory is pathed with broken promises. i like to think it's all the ones that i have broken. but don't let me tell you that you demons are real.
all we are surrounded by is faith and broken bones and broken bones always heal; they say the path to earth is pathed in free fall. i like to think i pushed all the angels off the peak. but don't let me tell you that god is dead.
look up at the stars and find out for yourself; god is dead and the angels have fallen. do you wish to turn back time? don't. your demons used to be angels in disguise, but now they are devils promising you lies.
"With friends like you, who needs a medical license?" - Paimon, Aether's Heart
“It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.” - Grace Hopper.
men are not meant to rule the seas or come back from the dead and yet, the rumours persist. did you die and come back just to spite me? or did you do it just so you can prove that god does not exist?
men are not meant to rules the stars or crawl up out of their graves and yet, the rumours persist. did you die and come back just to prove a point? or did you do it just so you can say that you've "been there, done that"?
men are not meant to rule galaxies or knock on spaceship doors and yet, the rumours persist. did you die and come back just to speak to me? or did you do it just so you could say "hello, I was the first man to win"?
men are not meant to play god or survive in zero gravity and yet, the rumours persist. did you die and come back just to spite people? or did you do it just so you could prove that god doesn't exist?
"With friends like you, who needs a medical license?" - Paimon, Aether's Heart
“It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.” - Grace Hopper.
can you hear the war drums and the pounding feet? it's a rhythm that's hard to forget; it signals the start of world war three.
can you hear the war drums and the pounding feet? it's a rhythm that sinks in deep; it signals an age of screams and fear.
i can hear the war drums and the pounding feet. it's not a rhythm that's easy to forget; it has signalled the start of world war three.
i can hear the war drums and the pounding feet. it's a rhythm that seems to stick; it had signalled an age of screams and fear.
they say the path to hell is pathed with good intentions. i hope you are prepared to shoulder all your sins. i can see the fork in our path and it leads to purgatory.
"With friends like you, who needs a medical license?" - Paimon, Aether's Heart
“It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.” - Grace Hopper.
the devil and i are in the middle of a game; the first to convert all souls wins.
and here i am just biding my time. (sin is not like virtue. it is more like blood and blood can be washed away. you just need to wash it off enough times.)
the devil and i are in the middle of a game; the first to stain all souls wins.
"With friends like you, who needs a medical license?" - Paimon, Aether's Heart
“It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.” - Grace Hopper.
she sings so sweetly of deep waters and shallow breaths but she is made of seashells and seaweed stern with lies; you shall not go slowly to the depths. drowning comes easy when you forget how to breathe.
"With friends like you, who needs a medical license?" - Paimon, Aether's Heart
“It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.” - Grace Hopper.
the waves crash over my head, cool against overheated skin as she dragged me down; tell summer that i died and winter came to claim me from her lair deep beneath the ocean's last waves
the bubbles streamed ever upwards as the pressure increased, tight against chest and lungs; tell summer that i died and the ocean came to claim my soul for her winter gardens sprawling across the sea floor
the water rushed into my lungs as the urge to inhale grew unbearable crushing lungs and darkening vision; tell summer that i died and the mermaid queen came for me, for my heart, and made me into one of hers.
drowning never felt so good so tell summer that i died in good faith and left for better pastures.
"With friends like you, who needs a medical license?" - Paimon, Aether's Heart
“It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.” - Grace Hopper.
the corpses of a long-forgotten legacy lay dormant beneath the buzzing of fruit flies and the wriggling of maggots; apples to apples, dates to dates from lemon to lime and blackcurrant to boysenberry. you are not my long lost love, fruit flies and maggots, but a symbol of the decay that is eating away at my heart.
"With friends like you, who needs a medical license?" - Paimon, Aether's Heart
“It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.” - Grace Hopper.
you weave strange magic into eyes and smiles and hearts, and into the pillars of creation in a far away corner of the galaxy; you have entranced my soul and enslaved me, and i worship the way you whisper secrets into my ears and drip poison into my eyes.
you are a magician of the universe with none to control or guide you, to make sure you are righteous to those lower than your precious gift; you have entranced my soul and enslaved me, and i worship the way your secrets sound leaving my lips and the poison feels seeping from my veins.
you weave strange magic into hearts and minds and eyes and yet you forget the pillars of creation in that faraway corner of the galaxy; you once entranced my soul and enslaved me, but my worship is gone and my heart is finally free and your poison consumes me.
you thought you could tame the universe but the universe has tamed you;
the magician is now entranced and i shall drip poison into your eyes. worship me, be enslaved for you are now the guardian of the underworld; be vicious, magician, and seek souls unbound and unfettered til the end of all time and, eventually, i will consume you.
"With friends like you, who needs a medical license?" - Paimon, Aether's Heart
“It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.” - Grace Hopper.
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