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Epic Literature
Thrillers of the human mind and body. Psychology. That brain itch-- that itch you can't scratch. And secrets.
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— and War [repost]
He followed the fire and the fire ran, then the fire returned to bite. Act I: The Fire and the Sea Act II: The Locket Act III: “You Are A Spy” Act IV: He is a Greek Act V: Free Moral Agent Act VI: Then He Fled One: The Fire and the Sea I see him with the face of a warrior. His eyes are sharp, and the coldness of his stare sends shivers across my nerves. My blood has ceased to flow, and I am frozen in shock. Who is this man, whose shadows flash amongst the lightnings and the
apoemisasong
Aug 13, 20258 min read
"Go and Sin No More."
The scent of use is nauseating. Out of the body or inside the flesh, we bear the rottenness of sin. Repeated action of vile character places an awful woe, and completes the absence of desire toward agonizing inward pain. Tremble here, and buckle into nothingness, as we fall to the ground, seized. There is no life here, and the breath has escaped. I'd die immediately and sink to my knees in prayer, inaudibly wailing within shivering lips and shattered teeth. The pain is felt a
apoemisasong
Apr 12, 20252 min read
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