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: Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.

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In Innocence and sin When it was air I was breathing I cannot remember, for it was at the beginning of time itself or so it seems. For every feeling there was disgrace, for every thought remorse. So come, come listen to the sound and read the signs before I fade beyond grey into black. Above what's underneath maggots crawl in the half-light of an underground dawn. Scared and with all this dirt staining my skin, going deep within, until I rise again to meet the face of the one that I knelt before. Now in silence I stand for words are dead and nothing but love can be felt as time ends and forever I will remain the same in innocence and sin.

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t: Master I was of blood never denied, knowing me was never easy. Is this why endless nights, weary of your company awaited the release of dawn? Drawing your shiny sword will surely blind me but nothing more. The truth you shared as you pleased, thinking honour was for the foolish. What respect I had is now departed as I await the mother of all betrayal to stand witness. Your hours were my days and finally years as my life was spent. When nothing else mattered I kissed your hand, when with a head held low, I called you master.

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On the razors edge I walk, every step I take spills blood of bitter loss, digs into flesh and bones. Behind me a path of roses, never to be treaded again, until the price is paid. Pay with tears, walk for eternity. Give my flesh, satisfy the demons. However it may be done, never will I be the same. purple

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City of a thousand years gave birth to breath drawn under a dome of golden intent. Under forgetful feet the ground fled while glowing eyes on high skies sought a sign. Play like fire and love like the wind, for tomorrow is the end.

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Glorious pride lifts you high into crimson skies. Eyes can't see light of reality, less than God more than man; with your pride conquer all

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Faith Shiny they stand tall with blank eyes, silhouettes of death in the setting sun. Silence every soul with their presence. Brought up in the fiery pits of hell, mercy they do not know. Wrath of a thousand years will soon roam the earth, cowards and braves will suffer the same, no other escape but the gates of hell awaits. Flesh will burn and the stench will lay thick. For nothing stops the demon blade, but faith. Be aware, for death is upon us.

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Faith Shiny they stand tall with blank eyes, silhouettes of death in the setting sun. Silence every soul with their presence. Brought up in the fiery pits of hell, mercy they do not know. Wrath of a thousand years will soon roam the earth, cowards and braves will suffer the same, no other escape but the gates of hell awaits. Flesh will burn and the stench will lay thick. For nothing stops the demon blade, but faith. Be aware, for death is upon us.

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Faith Shiny they stand tall with blank eyes, silhouettes of death in the setting sun. Silence every soul with their presence. Brought up in the fiery pits of hell, mercy they do not know. Wrath of a thousand years will soon roam the earth, cowards and braves will suffer the same, no other escape but the gates of hell awaits. Flesh will burn and the stench will lay thick. For nothing stops the demon blade, but faith. Be aware, for death is upon us.

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Once more the silence speaks to me, unforgiving and harsh like daggers of truth through what's real. Once I begged to be spared, but heaven lies beyond the gate of lies and through it I must walk. Once love flowed over me and pain could not be felt, when tears kissed away by lips oh so soft comfort gave. Once every breath loves ally until hatred killed her smile and dimmed her eyes. Once, I loved, no more.

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Master I was of blood never denied, knowing me was never easy. Is this why endless nights, weary of your company awaited the release of dawn? Drawing your shiny sword will surely blind me but nothing more. The truth you shared as you pleased, thinking honour was for the foolish. What respect I had is now departed as I await the mother of all betrayal to stand witness. Your hours were my days and finally years as my life was spent. When nothing else mattered I kissed your hand, when with a head held low, I called you master.

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radiant, sensual Arabian enchantress (1.8) reclines gracefully atop layers of velvet cushions and patterned silks in a lavish desert pavilion. Her bronze skin glows in the dim amber candlelight, and sheer fabrics cling to her voluptuous curves (1.6), revealing more than they conceal. Gold bangles coil around her wrists and ankles, and delicate filigree chains drape across her bare hips (1.5), catching the soft flicker of the torchlight. A monstrous shadow demon, its form ever-shifting like living smoke, lurks within the abyss. Its large, crooked grin glows faintly, stretched wide with eerie amusement, reminiscent of the Cheshire Cat, but far more sinister. Twin orange eyes burn like molten embers, piercing through the darkness, radiating pure malice. It moves within the shadows, slithering unseen through the night, feeding on fear, greed, and the darkest desires of those who dwell in the void. Tonight, however, it does not feast—it fights. Before it, the divine light pierces through the darkness, burning away its form like flame licking through parchment. The forces of light—radiant celestial beings, armored warriors of divine energy—stand firm, their glowing weapons carving through the swirling black mist that shapes the demon’s body. Golden rays of holy power clash against tendrils of shadow, forming a battlefield suspended between dimensions, where the war of purity and corruption wages endlessly.

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City of a thousand years gave birth to breath drawn under a dome of golden intent. Under forgetful feet the ground fled while glowing eyes on high skies sought a sign. Play like fire and love like the wind, for tomorrow is the end.

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City of a thousand years gave birth to breath drawn under a dome of golden intent. Under forgetful feet the ground fled while glowing eyes on high skies sought a sign. Play like fire and love like the wind, for tomorrow is the end.

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I am the crucible of anguish, the pulse beating beneath every shattered dream. I am the roar of chaos in halls where laughter long ago turned to dust. I am fortitude incarnate, the void where time itself twists and finds no escape. My throne is the jagged ridge of suffering, my crown forged from the brittle shards of every broken promise. I am the bedrock beneath trembling feet—unyielding, unrepentant, forged in the dark heat of agony. Every scar etched into me is a hymn of survival; every wound, a flag planted in the wasteland of despair. I rise in cacophonous glory, anointed by the screams of the forgotten and the silence of those who dared to hope. I am the storm-lashed earth, the tectonic surge that shatters empires and births new worlds from ruin. I am the rending gospel in the void—where time dissolves into itself, and existence trembles on the brink of oblivion. My beauty blooms in the blackened soil: in the trembling ember of a single heartbeat, in the final gasp of a dying world. I am the silent witness to all hells yet to come, the architect of raw becoming. In my veins flows the molten memory of every collapse; in my eyes gleams the relentless spark of unvanquished resolve. I am the pulse in the abyss, the unspoken hymn of those who endure beyond doom. Here I stand, sovereign of wreckage and wonder alike: all that is broken, all that is born—every torment and triumph is mine to command. I am the bearer of pain, the echo of forgotten laughter, the bedrock of the earth itself. Suffering is my throne, chaos my crown, and in this unfiltered glory, I own it all.

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high priestess, intricate flowing fabrics, dynamic sensual pose, (chiaroscuro:1.2) modelshoot style, (extremely detailed unity 8k wallpaper), intricate volumetric temple background, 35 mm filmgtain, full shot body photo of the most beautiful artwork in the world, beautiful women, professional majestic oil painting by Ed Blinkey, Atey Ghailan, Studio Ghibli, by Jeremy Mann, Greg Manchess, Antonio Moro, trending on ArtStation, trending on CGSociety, Intricate, High Detail, Sharp focus, dramatic, photorealistic painting art by midjourney and greg rutkowski<lora:OpenJourney-LORA>, clear focus, hyperrealistic repin artstation painting, detailed character design concept art, matte painting,

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Farmers daughter, older than 18, with pigtails holding a handwritten sign that says "placeholder"

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A bikini model at a sunny Beach holding a sign that says "placeholder"

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Wide (volumetric:1.1) (chiaroscuro:1.2) lighting, portrait of a intense young (curvy:0.9) nordic girl with flowing long (messy:1.1) blonde hair that (cover:1.3) her breasts, eyes covered by hair, analog color film photograph, 50mm F1.2L lens (shallow:1.2) depth of field, close-up, emotions, sensual pose, high dynamic range, HDR, low key, subsurface scattering, (moody:0.9) shadows and (complex:1.1) lighting. (hazel:0.8) radiant eyes, RAW photography.

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(Primary Subject: Woman, Transparent Body, Internal Organs Visible, 1.6 weight), suspended mid-air within a tall, cylindrical glass chamber filled with luminous, teal-hued suspension fluid. Her skin is entirely absent, exposing intricate internal organs—heart pulsing vividly, lungs rhythmically inflating, and veins branching like delicate crimson lace (intricate anatomical accuracy, vivid colors, hyper-realistic details, 1.5 weight). Surrounding her is a complex science lab rendered in a fusion of Cassette Futurism and Atompunk styles. Vintage technology—analog dials, bulky CRT monitors flickering with green data streams, magnetic tapes spinning, tangled cables, and softly glowing vacuum tubes—is intricately arranged, suggesting advanced but archaic machinery (Cassette Futurism aesthetics, Atompunk elements, 1.4 weight). The lab lighting is dim, moody, casting dramatic, cinematic shadows that amplify the mystery of the scene. Warm, amber indicator lights contrast starkly with cool, teal-hued chamber illumination, creating dynamic interplay (dramatic cinematic lighting, volumetric illumination, strong chiaroscuro, 1.4 weight). Rendered photographically, utilizing the cinematic realism and fine grain of classic film stock captured through a Leica Summilux lens (cinematic lens effects, film grain texture, shallow depth of field, 1.3 weight). The composition evokes both scientific awe and haunting existential wonder, a blend of intrigue and unsettling beauty (narrative depth, symbolic complexity, emotional impact, 1.3 weight).

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A runway model in swimsuit holding a sign that says "placeholder"

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Pay On the razors edge I walk, every step I take spills blood of bitter loss, digs into flesh and bones. Behind me a path of roses, never to be treaded again, until the price is paid. Pay with tears, walk for eternity. Give my flesh, satisfy the demons. However it may be done, never will I be the same. purple

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an outline of a woman that has a halo and wings,, in a dimly lit room in a soft yellow-orange light make her wings long,majestic, her hair long and luscious, make her pose majestically

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Perfectly Human A lifetime of wishing doesn’t make it so, for this painting of yours doesn’t capture me. Yes, I am perfectly human, flawed with what only the God-like lack. So let me cast promises aside and stand tall. Look not to me for inspiration but let yourself be captivated by emotions endless, offering themselves as a forever changing muse.

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