SHE WRITES RELIGION THAT TASTE LIKE THE SEA
CRUMBLING GRACEFULLY LIKE MARBLE RUINS WHILE THE WEEPING MUSES WORSHIP DEVOUT ON THEIR KNEES
DEVOURING WHOLE THE MOON AND STARS, LETTING THE DESPAIRING INKY DARKNESS POOL FROM HER ROTTING HEART
OH AND ALL THAT CRIMSON ICHOR REEKED DIVINELY OF POETRY AND FELT TENDERLY LIKE ART
A GASEOUS NEBULA COLLAPSING, FOLDING-IN, THE END OF A CELESTIAL GODDESSES DEVASTATINGLY DESTRUCTIVE START!
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