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[glowsferatu]

And so it must be
We together, all of us,
Here in our own Hell

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[petergraham]

... What?

[glowsferatu]

We who are here have entered the Maw, held within His Dark Clutches
We enter not gently into this good night, but struggle beneath the hanging blade
Forgive us, that thou hast entered this place is evidence of our failure

[nextsymbol]

are you okay?

[glowsferatu]

Such is a concept unknown to the Beyond
I am as I am, together with thou in the depths of this unkindness

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[girlybruiser]

Why do you think that?

[ Or is this person reciting something? ]

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[glowsferatu]

Stolen we are, to suffer and to inflict suffering
Thou may only discover shades of life and love within this land for it to happen that they are lost, stolen back to whence they preceded
Though the Book of Dead spills out into this land, it is no joy for those who step from the page, displaced from new roads they came to walk
There is naught here but the Maw

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[viciousmaukery]

Well, you're cheery.

[glowsferatu]

I am the cold hand that awaits in the night
I am the last gasp of breath that hisses between thy lips
I am the Way and the watcher at the road
There is not cheer within me

un: K-2SO

[reexamined]

Are we leaving depressing haikus here?

[glowsferatu]

[ Oh buddy, please mean what she thinks you do. ]

Should thou playest here
An offering I will take
Give only thy best

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[fridgeflower]

I'm sure Hell could be worse.

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[glowsferatu]

Perhaps the meaning takes a different shape for one who stepped from the Book of Dead
Four years posthumous, how dost thou meet it?

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[divaricate]

This is a mood I relate to.

10/10 content.

[glowsferatu]

Even as the pit of the Maw is unknowable to the living, the knowledge of what awaits there has been with thou since thy first breath
It walks alongside thee for the days of thy life, and on those days there was but one set of footprints, lo! did it sit on thy back

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[ghoulking]

Hell can be a lot worse than this.

[glowsferatu]

Thou speakest with assurance for a man so burning
Thou art above nearly all in knowledge of this suffering, thou hast seen the Maw at its deepest
What does it gain thee to speak these lies, One-Eyed King?

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[darkpants_warmfeeling]

[Squinting!]

Not really my style of poetry. Assuming that's what you were going for.

[Not sure if a new supervillain or some goth kid.]

[glowsferatu]

And thou art no less well met for it, Protector
Thou who strivest against Hell, for sake of self and all
Thine be the favor of the Beyond, for thy deeds support the natural order

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[youresovein]

There once was an angel who fell,
It sounded like fun to rebel.
One day he got bored,
And flipped off the Lord,
And now we're together in Hell.

[glowsferatu]

[ Her knowledge of limericks start and end with "There once was a man from Nantucket", and that feels entirely inappropriate for the Psychopomp. She'll stick to haiku. ]

Where devils reside,
Even still Death holds power;
Satan's strongest grudge

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[dragony]

A haiku for you:
You can really, sincerely,
go fuck yourself. Thanks.

[glowsferatu]

Pithy
Have I made some misstep to inspire such umbrage in thee?

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[snarkbot]

What makes you think
This world we find ourselves in
Could be called a hell?

[glowsferatu]

A hell, yes, not "the",
Where we can only suffer
And cause suffering

[khajidont]

Well this is cryptic

Is this one of those things where you're just getting a rise out of people to see how they respond? Or is this just like an art project

[glowsferatu]

Forgive me, it was not in my heart to inspire upset in those who may read my message
I mean only to express my sorrow to be found among the number stolen by Fate's children

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[onlydoubts]

And this is not creepy at all.

[glowsferatu]

The advent of Death is often unsettling to the living, but it need not be so
I come as a friend, and thy time, as Stolen, is not yet ready

[a_good]

[That formatting is deliberate, but he's not sure if it carries a message or if it's just style.]

I don't think of it that way.

[glowsferatu]

Think of it as thou art free, for thy perception will shield thee from the fires of the Maw for time
What time hath yet passed from thy theft?

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[sanguinespell]

yeah that's not menacing at all

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[glowsferatu]

My message is meant not to menace, but only to despair

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[bassriff]

ok peter murphy

this place isn't great but it's not nightosphere bad, chill

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[glowsferatu]

[ Okay like, on one hand, Heaven blessed the day she sent Peter Murphy to Earth. On the other, Kanaya isn't sure she's ever heard Marceline make another musical reference. Maybe she's misremembering, maybe she referenced Peter Murphy to Marceline once. ]

It is not a Hell of the body of which I speak
The Hell to which we are stolen is in the heart