This is a tomb. Walk this spiral of infinite pathways, forking forever in ageless pursuit. What are we to all permitted futures but a shadow of failure that stalks this tomb? Walk the labyrinth and unwind the thread, a dread convergence of purpose entwined. I am the lurker waiting at the doorway, reaching out to grab you and pull you through. Gateway through all possible dimensions; hallway of mirrors, recursive, repulsive; spiral fracture, innumerable fragments unraveling this truth: This garden has many paths, but only one exit. I will die with your entrails between my teeth, snagging, ripping in the rapture of agony. I am the word, I am the blade. This is the end of all things. Leave you strangling, red and naked, dying in this tomb. This is a tomb. This is your tomb. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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