In Innocence and sinWhen it was air I was breathing I cannot remember Prompts

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.

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.

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.

Blackened night I am but re-used, gently purified but still weak as I see my ending walking in front of me still. Breathe me you did and I was air, coolest of elements, abundant of life. Now scattered flesh amongst stone, trampled by all, hold my temple. One image live, unreachable for time, unimaginable for the Gods themselves, will witness of love, forever in the face of the blackened night.

I feel like someones watching me but no ones there, I feel like i try and explain myself but no one cares, Might be my imagination that has the best of me, I look inside my brain and found a tunnel in this voice, Now im trapped inside my mind im with the spirits now, Anxiety and lonliness consume me-- c 100

Blackened night I am but re-used, gently purified but still weak as I see my ending walking in front of me still. Breathe me you did and I was air, coolest of elements, abundant of life. Now scattered flesh amongst stone, trampled by all, hold my temple. One image live, unreachable for time, unimaginable for the Gods themselves, will witness of love, forever in the face of the blackened night.

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Blackened night I am but re-used, gently purified but still weak as I see my ending walking in front of me still. Breathe me you did and I was air, coolest of elements, abundant of life. Now scattered flesh amongst stone, trampled by all, hold my temple. One image live, unreachable for time, unimaginable for the Gods themselves, will witness of love, forever in the face of the blackened night.

Disembodied spirits near pervading through my soul I fear stealing my freewill controlling all my through now i don't know and i lay me down in a bed of dirty snow don't ya ya linger now i won't get down on my knees to pray i don't need to regret for my grave

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

: 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.

Blackened night I am but re-used, gently purified but still weak as I see my ending walking in front of me still. Breathe me you did and I was air, coolest of elements, abundant of life. Now scattered flesh amongst stone, trampled by all, hold my temple. One image live, unreachable for time, unimaginable for the Gods themselves, will witness of love, forever in the face of the blackened night.

Craft an Old Master painting Blackened night I am but re-used, gently purified but still weak as I see my ending walking in front of me still. Breathe me you did and I was air, coolest of elements, abundant of life. Now scattered flesh amongst stone, trampled by all, hold my temple. One image live, unreachable for time, unimaginable for the Gods themselves, will witness of love, forever in the face of the blackened night.

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

I hear Love and I don't hear my thoughts I hear your suns and planets I hear your joys I hear your sorrows The harmonies that fill your nights The lovers and the madmen that sleep under your skin I hear your truth and I hear the lie And a little warm agony sweetens my blood intricate, highly detailed, crispy quality, dynamic lighting, hyperdetailed and realistic.

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

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.