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        EPHOQUER’S.       AND THE MONOCHROMIC.               (HOLY-SKIRMISH.)       READY, CATALOGUE: 008/164. (MOODBOARD.) SOON.       READY, CATALOGUE: 008/164. (ALL TYPE WORDING.) When Heaven completely collapsed, whilst demons touched the ground, haunting Earth that was never wholly touched. “I felt their presence, I do. Faintly letting them in and glancing brusquely.” How could blackness end beyond the light? Albeit, blink of my eyes was solely split-second atmosphere become entirely suffocating, fearfulness throughout my body. They were crammed with reprisal—I mean, The Angels. Then The Demons managed to infiltrate from reprisal and conquet the skirmish.

     (An Infringëment: 06 June.) Surrender your body and soul, taste the horridness in your core that might leisurely consume your blood. Truculence was moiety of kismet, so cruel but also luscious for me.     TRUCULENCE WAS MOIETY OF KISMET     (SO CRUEL: \ ALSO LUSCIOUS FOR ME)         DARKNESS, CONDEMNATION.ˀˀ OUTGROWTH BENEATH MASTERPIECES. “In the end, Gof left me alone in devoid room, with numerous gruesomes in it.” Grudges in the heart that was leftism behind, grew into annhilation for remaining gleam. BROADCAST OF AN TRUSTWORTHY. Condemns and goose flesh, can all of that be guarantee for my satisfaction? Completely abandoned and then disappeared, I climbed onto black-wood, staring at moon brimming with cynicism. “Listen to my voice, I savour it all. Darkness, let me torture sinful souls, I desire to be more satisfied.” Lord, I am still there.     

SWALLOWED IDENTITIES. Before they could become memories. “Inside that hollow sanctuary, the essence of Sleep Token lingered.” Like incense too long, heavy intoxicating. Among its shadows lived something particular in a horror way “ EPHOQUER’S MAILER. “ That carried the weight of a fallen paradise and the ache of Devotion.

      I utterance aloud, “I grieve for Moloch. But my soul also grieves for Angels whom have plummeted into execration for Devil.” Then there was no longer a compendium for good and evil. I merely pursued kismet until the soles of my feet bled.