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and the divinity of being Free

Whether free form or neat
My tendrils have the cheat code
The G Code
Each strand a wavelength

When my lover massages my tresses
I

in a pool of oil
Rainbow tendrils tightly coil
As my brains begin to boil
I feel the same, all the same
To that end

They say
Once things are gone,

there are gods beyond
Whose tendrils shift their waking pawns
But Jerry kind of seems like he has got this
Except the times when the phones light up

все по-новой

дыра в груди, сжигает холод
типо "tendril", салют, кто помнит
как angel, я тоже fallen, yeah
чёрный сжигает воздух
не смотри в глаза, мне

heads impaled
While the sauce gets drained from your veins

My wrath entwines like tendrils
The puny bodies of the monsters standing in my way
Ripping

Ours grow mold, derive pleasure
Im not scare of parasitism
Her tendrils writhe and twist through me
Her sinews lichen on the tree

Cells intertwine

It fills the core of me
Free from all conscious
The tendrils of old
Bind themselves to my flesh
And for this moment
The mortal folly of man
I can see

Like writhing snakes
Fingers of wind beckoning
Tendrils swirling like smoke
Ribbons of air tying bows
In twisting strands of hair
Brushing ripples across

the nights, with pure abduction we bent the afterlife

“If you recall my name, repeat its frame and feel the flame dancing and piercing like tendrils…”
What’s

to feel something
I invade your every cell
Like a cancer divine

I am...
I am what you most crave
I am the bringer of death

Let my tendrils
Purge your mind

They say that she's waning but I don't
Her tendrils continue to unfurl
Shaking as I see it changing
She adapts and she corrupts
Selfish supplicants

they've handed us
Is the scepter we must break
And stake their dying world
In the heart
Gilded parasites
Their tendrils crushed underfoot

Cease

Searching to find the divine
I'm either too many people
Or maybe I'm not enough
Black tendrils of smoke
Swallow all of life's lust

I'm gonna make something

Lost inside a wizard's orb
Mind and soul have been absorbed
Feel the tendrils in your brain
No, you'll never live again
Tell me who has heard your

taste
I’ll smash him into bags of paste
I’m finna off this tricksy goblin
Call me Geppetto, I’m pulling the strings
My tendrils leave holes in your wings

a ceaseless storm of emotion yearned for release

His world was a Gothic symphony, with whispers of the night haunting his thoughts, and the phantom tendrils

blood and turned to oceans of flat feet

Dead man's body broke with tendrils of black stick
The twigs grew thick and shed bark turned to snake skin
Dead

wind and the sea spray 

Ah ah ah ah  

 

She rises up as he approaches  

Ah ha  

Dark tendrils dripping with the seas 

Ah ah ah 

Her glistening

you give a smile then nail down my feet
can't forget, can’t forget, can’t forget, about me
wrap your tendrils, you place your hands on me
you take

A kingdom of dust and ruin
Infected tendrils scour the land
Lashing agony
The last sigil of Existence exterminated
Glutinously devoured
Eons

their many colored faces, painted 
the way the old ones did
 
 open the doors to the strangelands 
just as the whispers commanded 

now  the tendrils

the tendrils
Ashen skin secrete the dark liquid like mires
Pulsating aberration quakes o'er the everglades

Beyond the midst of burgeoning voids and timeless

of darkness enshrined
The bewitching call of the twilight gate
an assurance from the forces divine
Above tendrils of mist the moon gleams pale
and the stars

CRYSTALIZING PATHS OF BLACK TENDRILS SWIRLAND HYPNOTIZE SMOKE, MIASMA, TWISTING FEAR TENTACLES, THEY PULSE AND WRITHE SNAKE CONSTRICTING, ETHEREAL FOG
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