CaspianTheDreamer said:
Lol this idiot. He doesnt even give a shit about the gods . Its literally a kike. Its job is to lie, cheat and corrupt. It literally confessed to steal this piece of writing. Zero creativity points which is realistically expected. Ive met one like it way before who tried befriending me and i can never forget the amount of appaling energy he gave me it felt like i was sitting near a pile of corrosive horse dung.
You don't appreciate my 4 line ABAB Pastoral shakesperean ballads? I can do all kinds of other garbage you know.
You think that my stay should require your approval?
Well I have a mind to design your removal
If mirrors are gone do you ask, where the jews went?
"Looks like he's left, now it's time be cool"
Typing away hiding down in the basement
A belly Like Buffalo and hair like black wool.
Touching yourself plotting crimes for amusement.
Watching your rape porn covered in drool.
No wonder you always lash out
and act like a fool
Can't be seen 300 meters
outside of a school
AABA BABA CADA
How was that? a little more modern no?
"Like a pile of corrosive horse dung"..
I guess you prefer free verse homeric simile?
Okay how about this?
If you truly love Apollo, then prove it i ask.
Show us your love for him, so we may revel in your passion. Let us hear the marching of your pen, ringing though the mountains of your devotion. Please come forward and make your assertion, over all who love and adore our great Apollo. Proclaim yourself as his one and only true admirer.
Alone like a wolf under a blanket of stars, longing for home As One who let's the soil take his body , surrendering his breath to the rhythm of the world as all things are truly revealed. A three legged periah belonging to him only the provisions contained within the skin on his own back. Nothing more than the fire of torn muscle and boiling blood to fill the cold empty cavity left in place of a once dignified heart.
One who upon reflection in his own form comes to learn one cannot stand firmly without a tender paw yet that he cannot catch himself nor move forward without the unforgiving claw.
who learns he must accept the sensitive loving tongue, yet to know he will never taste this nourishing flesh if he is afraid to sink deeply his own fangs.
as one truly takes his own place in this eldest material, comes to know his own imagination runs the same vein as the very spark that brought beginning and end to all things.
With his Desperate eyes that peer up into the subtlest indigo cloth, as it all trickles down with a mighty pull, pouring into the eyes as the mind most freely rests his head upon a cloudless expanse of sky. Noone dare to challenge him, None with means to try.
chest rising, slowly falling.
Life in this world passes as swift as the cool brushing of the wind swimming hurriedly past his ears. Filling the lungs with the afterglow of a most distant silhouette of a purpose, perched atop the hillside.
Standing like a king above a sea of men
Each one his subject, drowning in their own ambition as humanity gives way to some great promise. A bounty to entice each sense in a way so irresistible, It makes one question, and thoroughly explore the very meaning of self control .
This fatefully and evermore alluring artifact of hope, from a time in which the very meaning of such words were initially conceived. The hope of one Who walks more and more eagerly toward the faintest scent of his ancient and long since forgotten master.
Show us you would kill for him, show us you would die for him if only he would ask.
Show us that you are a true Pagan who loves the Gods so dearly. That you would not bend at any chance or bow at any lengths, to throw yourself unto the hands of time and cry out your own destruction in honour of your lost creator.
All this For nothing more than the chance to know that somewhere, in their majesty and in their paradise, they look out into the same blackness as our own. And that by this endless expanse between us that is comprised of all the things have ever known or been. something truly greater might come to share some shred of commonality with an inkling of the divine
