DINNER’S CARNAGE: ⇘ EVEROTE..+? ASCETICAL REVENGE.

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                 @.PREMADE CHANNEL'S.     (STAMPED. EVEROTE’S REVAMPED.)    Calamity—whilom torment somberness.    Thereupon, Phoebus doleout pieces. ˀˀ    

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       “Ceremonial blade made from shin-bone, bleeding pledge.” In the seethe of the bleeding narthex, beneath spall-blistered frescoes and ossuary lintels and veiled in clots and gloryless grace, cradle a ruptured reliquary apron lacquered not in colostrum but in spine-dreg and crux-ichor.       BLOOD DIG THE GORG. ───────      THRENODY OF GNASHING DEAD.       GRIMOIRE DEATHLESS. 🫀 •  ..  ˀˀ    TERMS AND CONDITIONS.    •  ..  ˀˀ    EVEROTE’S DINNER: MENU.   •  ..  ˀˀ    THE SCRAWLED CHARGES.    •  ..  ˀˀ    ARCHAIC MÉTIER, OUTCOMES. @EVEROTE: I read the euphonious among my patois, bleeding on the fontanelle, mouthing the scripture beyond thought once lived. That’s how I learn truth—by tasting the memory of the dead.       

     Perennial anathema, supernatural—irreplaceable. A binding contract, two souls breathe qualm, bound by chaining demon, like a cage and unable to abscond. Vengeance for rotten love, that nonsense seems to be whirling in the heart, unable to be prevented because lacerates that remain. DAGGER PIERCES, TREACHERY LEADS SUCHLIKE DISASTER. ────────────────── • • (8.39.) A TABLE OF MENU! ⇘ EVEROTE’S DINNER.     (A.) CONCEALED IN PHRASE-PATH. Graciousness of love was a libel, because now everything turned embittered, bloody and unavoidable. Inflamed, outrage feels igneous like gehenna. (WRITING COMMISSION.)     (B.) BLEED & HAVOC ON BOARDS. Is blissfulness in the end a fascinating chimera was merely temporary? Bloodbath of vengehance, holy but grievous. With the moon as a witness, then the quasars bear-out. (MOODBOARD COMMISSION.) “See my blood pouring, replacing ink to write, spreading to the heart and entering your sins soul. This—reverential wrath.” It's turtorous, painful but still must be done. As shape of disappointment, to the kismet that doesn't acquiesce our anecdotes to be benign.     

          (⅋.)    ──────    ； GREED-HUE.       Mandatum of Gutted Rite. (FOREIGN.) I.) WRITTEN DECREE All supplicants must tether themselves to the cryptic channel of @EVEROTE—by subscribing, thou allowest the Seer (Admins) to divine thine identity from the ether. This act is not merely etiquette—it is the first incision. II.) THE RITUAL OF COMMISSION AND TRIBUTE • By offering the sacred format of order, thou willingly extend your details order to the Admins, there’s no limb shall be withdrawn once the blade has touched. To revoke thy consent unilaterally is to sunder trust; the offender shall be cast out and marked excommunicated from the halls of @EVEROTE. • Every sinew of your request must be delivered in clarity—miscommunication is a curse born of laziness, and the Admins shall not shoulder your vagueness. • We accept tributes in manifold vessels: all e-wallets, QRIS glyphs, and sanctioned forms of digital offering. III.) THE CRAFTED RELIC • Each commissioned relic requires 1 to 10 nights of conjuration (Regular Order), or 0 to 3 for those who demand blood before dawn (Rush Order). • All relics forged by EVEROTE are for Personal Use Only. Should one dare to peddle our bone-borne craft for their own gluttony, a fine ritualistic and enforceable shall be extracted. IV.) MURMURS TO THE FLESHCRAFTER Upon the completion of transaction and transfiguration, it is required that patrons bestow their critiques, whether gentle or barbed. Particular scar helps us carve among greater precision. SACRED RIGHTS AND CONSEQUENCES @EVEROTE holds dominion over all designs, phrases, glyphic layouts, and aesthetic marrow wrought within this dominion. Should any scavenger or mimic be caught feasting upon our artistry, a fine of 500,000 rupiah shall be levied.    

    (6.50.) \ DEFEAT. CANDOR AND DISOBEDIENCE. DOLTISHNESS BONDS OF REVERENCE, WHICH POISONOUS AND DEADLY. In climax, penetrated by massacre itself, engulfing in ocean of blood and sharpened dagger embedded in core. Fangs beseech for devotion, to chastise—two souls resemblant rapid-fire in hell. Holocaust carries, eyes brimming with indignation increasingly collide and blindly slaughter the bond.             +?... CAPITULATION BETWEEN          RECESSES AND CORNERED SOUL.    HEARTTHROBS WITH ANGUISH—AS IF TO      CONDEMN THE LOVE. ───────── • • ˀˀ    PHOÉBUS APOLLO.                   \                     (AVORE-MINÉCRA.)    THEODORE EASTWOOD.                 0.02.                (CLARIENTS BRAD.) Chock-full of libels, nonsense and retribution for the bond. Red thread fragmented, “I cry blood, sitting among flowers that passéd, my palms are crammed with blood.” Outbursts of melancholy, I shallow them crude. Oh—to you, Devil whom gave agreement, I suppress my vengeance: for absolute reprisal on consequent coup-de-grâce.    

    DEVASTATION RESEMBLANT SHATTERED CARDS. | HEART-TO-DAGGER: BEGIN.             HONORABLE SOULS BRIMMING       CRATE.         WITH VENGEANCE. ⇘       Whom were tried and thrown into       Gehenna. The conclude, we allied       ourselves: (An Imperious Chastise)    

       THEY CALLED IT DESECRATION:  +? CALLED IT EUCHARIST. (Through Mandible)  LEARNED THE LANGUAGE OF SIN  🫀  6.40      ─────────────────    •    •    • Nourished catastrophe from the sanctified quadriceps of Mother, crux saline among vespertilian sin, mesomorphic as chrism, and daubed my digits—slick among suet-laced petition. Along tendons that parted like sanctified vellum beneath my touch, “I crushed the benedictions into broth.” (0.34 Psalmody in My Oropharynx.) Evil looked at me not in dread—but in holy comprehension, as I extraught his belly into ribbons. I told him, “The abdomen is the sanctuary, old man. Let me in.” And he did. Oh, he did. I banqueted until his spine rang psalms in my esophagus. • MOUTH SLICKED IN KIN: BLEED.         Meridiem. \ (Burned—I, Hellion.)       

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Guys, iniii aku belum tau bisa upload apa enggak, maaf ya. :/ Aku bener-bener lagi sibuk jadi enggak bisa fokus upload ready, so sorry! Buat yang datang ke bot, aku balas setelah aku luang, ya.