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In the land of ghosts there is nothing but inevitable suffering
In the sea of misery you’ll feel nothing but agony
I mourn as the heavens have me torn

The choir sang in harmony just as I heard tone of melancholy
The clue that I sew will turn blue
As thou posses divinity one will lost their sanity for one’s vanity
As I longed for Judas’ embrace, I lost my grace

As I wander forth through the gates of hell, I heard the devil’s vocal while you lost me in your sight’s focal
How strange as your voice faltered resonance as I thought it was happenstance in desperate thought of searching for providence.
Quincyll Apr 22
As I dwell in the burrow rotting, dying, and suffering but deep within, there’s a rope reaching the hollow.
Reach forth into pain and agony—perhaps you are the remedy.
I’d be in 16th century forgetting thee like we are etched in latin poetry.

I would perform sorcery just to have a glimpse of you and me
Neither spells nor poetry are enough to prove but rather Salem’s trial will be your testimony: you've bewitched me.

None may hear thy hymn, yet it echoes deep within.
Chant of the weak, unheard and grim Hear thy alluring rhythm — accept one’s altruism.

Millions of lifetimes, I’d rather be back in a period of millennia—clandestine affairs under the moonlight of Lupercalia.
If all be thy Judas, I shall be thy Saint Longinus.
Divine will, pure and ill—chant thy prayer, and hear my will.
Every church you desecrate, I hinder none, and wander forth to witness me hanged and desolate.
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Apr 17 · 45
Augustus
Quincyll Apr 17
Wandering in oddly surreal vision,
Witnessing the melodic, vivid scene of us.
I swim to the river, knowing it is a dream, but I hope that multiverses are real.
As the clock ticks, I am dragged unto the cruel and inhumane reality.

I appear into reality as I feel the golden radiance's warmth melancholy within, thy embrace I long for.
If the string of red between us isn't connected, then I'll search for it and knot it, even if the Fates are watching Lovestruck by your stares, your glare is all that I flatter.
I come forth through the matrices of incandescence just to catch myself mesmerized by the matrix of your beauty — Eyes dark as the rain, but beauty within, Smile so radiant my eyes can't look within.

Thou art conundrum...
Apr 17 · 34
120th Day of Sorrows
Quincyll Apr 17
In the midst of loneliness, all I perceive was darkness.
Forever was thought of seeing you in the hopeless idea that I was born for you.
The butterflies brought blindness for my thought that you brought forever but fleetingness

Every word that I wrote is every you that I thought.
Every moment feels like serendipity but your words screams agony
Yearning feels like me that you bury

Clandestine roads to leave me hangin' and bleedin' was always predestined
As the prophets gazed, you had yourself effaced But the archers illuminate that the tragic fate was engraved

— The End —