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Guys, it's out. Took me long enough.

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Weary, weary tear-shaped cloud forced to

Track the hurtling thunder of a hurricane.

Alight with bombardments, ablaze

In the basilicas and synagogues

Greet me with a thousand arrows.

I rise in the wake of artillery shells,

In the enclosure of cupped prayer hands

Begging for order. As soon as tempests

Twist and the maddening roar begins.

Sing the horn! A rumble, a ravage, a rapture!

March at the feet of the death parade.

I will embody your smoke and sin

For more warcries and bloodlust.

Call chariots and cannonballs.

Call no one but my name.

I am the son of the Omen, the God of Misfortune and Gambling. The all-seeing Hand of chance and risk. And I am the death Angel of his father before him.

Now, incarnated with a sword and a pencil,

With stomping feet and dancing eyes.

Here rises the tear-shaped cloud at the

Whistle of the tempest. Alight, ablaze!

I am the rampaging God of Storms and Rage.

Fire away! Dance with me and see

Who really has nothing to lose!

Clap in my thunder, breathe in the jet streams.

Do not think! You will lose everything

You own without conviction.

Laugh to the drumbeats of the death parade.

I unsheate the Great Rapier in my right hand.

In my dominant left, the Wooden Pencil.

I have all my tools to create and destroy.

What a terrible misfortune to lay fate

In my hands, the son of the Omen,

The unforgiving storm forever circling.

I am every draw of luck against your way.

I am the incalculable odds of defeat.

I am the sole dysfunction of the thundercloud.

All is calm without me, even serene.

Bow your head or rage with me,

The rampaging, mad poet God of Chaos and Disorder.

Martian Boy

One day, many hundred years in the future

Once we have tamed our first celestial stray

Taught it to feed like our motherland

Breathe like our motherland

And to veil us like the Hail Mary

Once steel pierces the sky from a new outpost

Once new science is fostered on foreign soil

The new-age metropolis built on the banks of unspilled blood

The machinery jolted into flux

We would have forged a kingdom on borrowed culture

A kingdom no ape could see

No birds to circle and no ancestors to share.

The dead have long crowded out the enigma

But still wonder where everyone has gone

The dead earth's ciphered riddles remain unsolved

The clues of our past in fractured artifacts remain buried

Archived where dreams float aimlessly

Somebody promised them they would come back.

The new kingdom will host souls that have forgotten their origin

Data beyond structure and stories beyond narrative

But the lights shine bright

The cars speed and everything seems

Like a faithful reproduction

Carbon copies of the cities

We loved and blossomed within.

One day, in the black night of Martian alleys

A little Martian boy will drunkenly lie on his back and marvel at the many thousand stars at his disposal.

He will feel a longing so hollow

So evaporating and he will not understand why.

He will try to wrestle himself free from this spiritual inertia and he will lose.

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Reviving my tumblr for you oddly misaligned fuckers.

Glacial bricks huddle like cobblestone,

Flick of the tongue surrenders enigmatic mysteries

To passers-by, why are doves outside the window?

Are they opposing your lies?

You look like an emblem of all things eternal.

You breathe just like a fairy circling the rubble.

I sipped on this crimson tea so neck-wringing sour,

It just had to be ethereal.

Watched the cursory stippling of an evening lullaby

Envelop the mundane with its idea of bliss.

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Went ard leaving books feel old skool

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Death Professor posting on a dead app how fitting

I can actually show you guys the cover art soon. If you're still here, some haunting poetry and prose is coming your way on AMAZON!

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Seems like nobody uses tumblr anymore just follow me on twitter then pls tq

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Instagram is same as tumblr

I heard my heart beating outdoors for the first time in a street unknown. Traffic lights switch and stare, conducting the flow of empty roads. The doors I broke of the bars I barged into were greeted with wind chimes. The corner table faced the world, and on it leaned a walking stick.

The cobwebs warned me, not of spiders, but of nothing at all.

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Oh how I wish I was beautiful when the sun kisses me,

Like the zinnia that bloom in vivid hues.

Forming a palette for women to choose.

Or a symbol of love like a rose —

The queen of flowers.

Blessed by goddesses like Aphrodite.

Or the golden gardenia,

A spitting image of morning herself.

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As time made men who stirred winds that choked,