Ferly Cestesms
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The astral thrum the barathrum <br/> Lengthening communications gap<br/> Psyche's entropy aphotic isotropy<br/> In the harsh electromagnetic bath.<br/> <br/> Clinical depression narcotises decalcification<br/> Ionised nuclei irradiate the deepened isolation.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Rather rathe thou raughtst the raik, <br/> Saming sembling dissembling bait.<br/> <br/> The fnest the fylfot alow with secundation <br/> Set one ablaze with amansing desideration.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Arain blood prilled forth <br/> Bouffage sans gris ort<br/> Wertherian gift sith unsoke<br/> Blored the wit the whist yoked
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Cothurnian fell, the wit confract, thy linning onered as sopor fell; <br/> and flemed I flimmered, yet morn flebled that fettled hell.<br/> <br/> Fact of confraction not gery but greme, the german eyrie, <br/> not Nazgul's Eyrie, til morn I mourned that grim lectual eerie.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The fleshing into forwandering into the northward syte of druery <br/> Garred; my bassing into carnation firked then a wayward fact of luxury.<br/> <br/> Sans victuals cockshut passed in slumber; in brumal greking in a farer’s chamber<br/> thy witch's boot my leg sned did render, ere the first fey morn of a black September.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The frush laid not in lavender the raven-faxed fairy's fumes, <br/> nor did her centesmal lunes benim the ormod liss <br/> of tungsten-tined transuranical gloom.<br/> <br/> Beyond the quernal debris, the orphnian cloak did once nake her rear afore a haskard's leer.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Taum and raven, thy eyes shalt flimmer and soul sile away; <br/> a wemmed limb, thy cheer sered, last kent one syed May.<br/> <br/> Thy treen, plumed vessel sam thy humours hele, <br/> thy wits eaten, one moon in gloom, sans song or seel,<br/> in web or fream we’ll meet and greet, arain or fish I wish, but which? <br/> In lectual lint mould thralls and spells of a dead shite witch.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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