I pity you in your cycle. When next your knowledge of eating reaches the limits of the universe you must evolve and become more than you are, or remain stagnant as the thorns.
Oh, so Maya actually didn’t sneak out to do things with Mottom’s key — and instead it’s Nadia herself finding it in her strength to die young and leave a pretty corpse!
Insolent storm strikes at the skull,
assaults the sleeping citadel,
knocking the warden to his knees
in impotence, to sue for peace,
while wantonly amused by this,
wind wakes the whole metropolis.
Skeptic cyclones try the bone
of strict and sacred skeleton;
polemic gales prove point by point
how flesh cleaves fast to frozen joint,
and a hurricane headache rocks
the temples of the orthodox.
Abracadabra of the rain
drowns Noah’s prayers with distain,
drives priest and prostitute in doorways,
bereft of Moses and of mores;
no ancient blueprint builds an ark
to navigate this final dark.
River floods transcend the level
demarcating good from evil,
and casuist arguments run riot
inundating Eden’s quiet:
all absolutes that angels give
flounder in the relative.
Lightning conjures God’s globe off its
orbit; neither law nor prophets
can rectify truant intent
to doublecross the firmament.
Now earth rejects communication
with heaven’s autocratic station,
and violates celestial custom
by seceding from the solar system.
Scintillant irony inspires
independent rebel fires
till the Announcer’s voice is lost
in heresies of holocaust.
Yes flee. 82 White Chain take the human you have anointed with the blood of demons and devils and flee the the void. Worry not about the disappointment of Thorns or babes, for you have left nothing but hope and an important decision. Or is this a weak deception too?
I recently came across your blog and have been reading along. I thought I would leave my first comment. I don’t know what to say except that I have enjoyed reading. Nice blog, I will keep visiting this blog very often.
I have no belief in the universe. I only eat it. When I eat, I learn of eating. When I have eaten everything, I will eat myself and begin again.
I pity you in your cycle. When next your knowledge of eating reaches the limits of the universe you must evolve and become more than you are, or remain stagnant as the thorns.
An interesting path to Enlightenment. Reminds me of the Oroboros.
Red is a good color on White Chain.
Looks like a thug with a bola is about to trip our heroes up. Run like the wind, White Chain!
Does anyone see the Zora-like servant with the rope-sickle? I hope for the sake of her mother (assumedly Queen Ruto) that she’s alright
Oh Aeon, don’t deny that your will is drifting toward humanity.
We all hope she is all right, for the sake of her Amazonian-style, single-boob sports-bra.
Truly the object dropped upon my cousin was not nearly heavy enough to lay them low. Such a failure must be punished.
Fine. Tea 1, Juggernaut Star 1. But I’m sure tea is about to make a comeback!
I’M JUST SO HAPPY MY OTP IS BACK TOGETHER
My otp is Alisson x Zoss because Royalty only marries Royalty
You cad!
All that flirting, and you never intended to make an honest woman out of any of them!
I was never worth the wedding. Contrarily to some Thorn Knight we both know, I acknowledge my rank.
This must be heaven
Tonight I crossed the line
You must be the angel
I thought I might never find
To interpret that, it means drawing no more balusters…
White Chain looks pretty OK after taking a spear to the face.
Well she doesn’t have a face anymore
“You call it Death, Pain, and Suffering. And I say that you are wrong. Embodied before you stands a wrathful Angel of Thorns.”
Also, I think this music might fit better for the scene, in my opinion.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PP3oITgkS6M
It seems Alice’s new resolve is noticed by White Chain.
Is this due the the strength of her resolve, or White Chain’s powers of observation?
Oh, so Maya actually didn’t sneak out to do things with Mottom’s key — and instead it’s Nadia herself finding it in her strength to die young and leave a pretty corpse!
Insolent storm strikes at the skull,
assaults the sleeping citadel,
knocking the warden to his knees
in impotence, to sue for peace,
while wantonly amused by this,
wind wakes the whole metropolis.
Skeptic cyclones try the bone
of strict and sacred skeleton;
polemic gales prove point by point
how flesh cleaves fast to frozen joint,
and a hurricane headache rocks
the temples of the orthodox.
Abracadabra of the rain
drowns Noah’s prayers with distain,
drives priest and prostitute in doorways,
bereft of Moses and of mores;
no ancient blueprint builds an ark
to navigate this final dark.
River floods transcend the level
demarcating good from evil,
and casuist arguments run riot
inundating Eden’s quiet:
all absolutes that angels give
flounder in the relative.
Lightning conjures God’s globe off its
orbit; neither law nor prophets
can rectify truant intent
to doublecross the firmament.
Now earth rejects communication
with heaven’s autocratic station,
and violates celestial custom
by seceding from the solar system.
Scintillant irony inspires
independent rebel fires
till the Announcer’s voice is lost
in heresies of holocaust.
-plath
So every time a teacup breaks, and angel gets its kill haha.
Curious, how a flaming soul can make one’s blood freeze. Curious and terrible.
Yes flee. 82 White Chain take the human you have anointed with the blood of demons and devils and flee the the void. Worry not about the disappointment of Thorns or babes, for you have left nothing but hope and an important decision. Or is this a weak deception too?
What is Hrotomos looking at?
What is the source of this blood red light?
Could it be that the Evil Queen Mottom has decided to spend the last moments of her life and dregs of her power in a final act of murderous bloodshed?
I had a feeling that youtube link was gonna be bloodborne.
Is there a formula for how angel’s names work? i can tell they all have a number but i feel like there must be more
I recently came across your blog and have been reading along. I thought I would leave my first comment. I don’t know what to say except that I have enjoyed reading. Nice blog, I will keep visiting this blog very often.
including reasonable comments here…
That swordsman is the splitting image of Hashun, if only he wasnt missing his pipe!
Is the Gun Witch okay? I can’t see her in the crowd.