Why are you so far from saving me Prompts

I have nowhere to go I have destroyed my world

Create an image with the following description: "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, so far from the words of my groaning?" The image should depict a central figure, anguished, looking up to the sky with an expression of despair. The setting should be dark, with stormy clouds and a tempest in the background, reflecting a sense of abandonment and anguish. The figure should be in a desolate environment with elements such as rocks, dry trees, and a distant horizon. Use a palette of dark and cold colors to convey the feeling of desolation and forsakenness.

I feel the top of the roof come off Kill everybody there And I'm watching all the stars burn out Trying to pretend that I care But I didn't, no one ever does And I would, no one ever will Can't you see it's all flown out of my hands? And our clothes are all too often ripped And our teeth are all too often gnashed And it lasts as long as it possibly can But I just don't, but I just don't accept this I just don't accept this at all And I just don't, and I just don't accept this I just don't accept this at all

Create an image with the following description: "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, so far from the words of my groaning?" The image should depict a central figure, anguished, looking up to the sky with an expression of despair. The setting should be dark, with stormy clouds and a tempest in the background, reflecting a sense of abandonment and anguish. The figure should be in a desolate environment with elements such as rocks, dry trees, and a distant horizon. Use a palette of dark and cold colors to convey the feeling of desolation and forsakenness. cinematic, hyper realism, high detail, octane render, 8k

You know, it's funny. We went to the war never looking to come back, but it's the real world I couldn't survive. You two carried me through that war, and now I need you to carry me just a little bit further, if you can. Tell my folks I wanted to do right by them, and that I'm at peace and all. When you can't run anymore, you crawl. And when you can't do that, well... Yeah, you know the rest.

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).

It won’t be long now, but any time is too long. I’m more satisfied with so little, and I won’t be taken again in this life. (I wear my scar mistakes:1.9), no more changing at the terminal point of (final epigenisis:1.9) except maybe the way I vomit. Never lie again. What is that calls me from deep within? is it Ian killed by the mountains he loved, is it Zanjan's feedback muezzin? (Subtle red and white highlights:.7). Epic, cinematic, dramatic, dystopian, futuristic. (Science Fiction style:1.9). (Strange mysterious, symbols, and scripts:1.9).

It won’t be long now, but any time is too long. I’m more satisfied with so little, and I won’t be taken again in this life. (I wear my scar mistakes:1.9), no more changing at the terminal point of (final epigenisis:1.9) except maybe the way I vomit. Never lie again. What is that calls me from deep within? is it Ian killed by the mountains he loved, is it Zanjan's feedback muezzin? (Subtle red and white highlights:.7). Epic, cinematic, dramatic, dystopian, futuristic. (Science Fiction style:1.9). (Strange mysterious, symbols, and scripts:1.9).

It won’t be long now, but any time is too long. I’m more satisfied with so little, and I won’t be taken again in this life. (I wear my scar mistakes:1.9), no more changing at the terminal point of (final epigenisis:1.9) except maybe the way I vomit. Never lie again. What is that calls me from deep within? is it Ian killed by the mountains he loved, is it Zanjan's feedback muezzin? (Subtle red and white highlights:.7). Epic, cinematic, dramatic, dystopian, futuristic. (Science Fiction style:1.9). (Strange mysterious, symbols, and scripts:1.9).

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

I have nowhere to go I have destroyed my world

I see the look in your eyes. You want to see a pretty face the mirrors will lie. There isn't anything wrong with giving up And for what it's worth. I still hate you. Whoa...

I have nowhere to go I have destroyed my world

You tell me.

Oh, the burden, bleeding out of my eyes. The world is on fire. I was wrong to leave. I avoided the perfect one more time. Still, when they kicked me out of jail the next morning, I was on my knees, dogs barking. (Subtle red and white highlights:.7). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9). Epic, cinematic, dramatic, dystopian, futuristic. Surreal.

Oh, the burden, bleeding out of my eyes. The world is on fire. I was wrong to leave. I avoided the perfect one more time. Still, when they kicked me out of jail the next morning, I was on my knees, dogs barking. (Subtle red and white highlights:.7). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9). Epic, cinematic, dramatic, dystopian, futuristic. Surreal.

Oh, the burden, bleeding out of my eyes. The world is on fire. I was wrong to leave. I avoided the perfect one more time. Still, when they kicked me out of jail the next morning, I was on my knees, dogs barking. (Subtle red and white highlights:.7). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9). Epic, cinematic, dramatic, dystopian, futuristic. Surreal.

You tell me.

I have nowhere to go I have destroyed my world

Take my heart, take my soul, I'm so lonely in this hour

we as a family cannot live with the knowing that our lives will change forever once the invasion of foreigners destroys the land we call home. our houses are being burned to the ground, Books destroyed the bible burned. our famlies no longer feel safe. nothing left to hold on to except each other.

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).