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WHAT IS THEIRS.. ?
WILL BE BEHELD / AND /
ETERNALLY JERKED-AROUND:
UNTIL THE AFTERLIFE.

Quietude veiled nor bound with abomination. Peace and quiet yet blood spurting every-night: 2AM. // An Owl’s holler is an omen that the bodies and souls of the departeds will cross over with capitulation, no curses chartered to remain despite the swearing. "Nighttime-Heart-Bird: @TheMordis. Bleeding-Its Feathers are Red."
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An ancient legend with abstrusities and secrets not revealed by the commonalty nor learned men. No one knows, no one is connected. Murdering and hiding, lashings of lives gone astray without knowing who was toward the back of it all. Those tenebrous and tremendous energies are not vomited at all—yet they are invincible, they are the most blistering among the killers in quiescence.

AS THE YEARS WENT BY. | They grew bigger
and mightier, their banquet never thwarted,
their machination went according to
command and The Owl’s omen did
acknowledge the momentum.

Ill-Starred Fates, Dread Harbingers of Death and Honoured. "Death Tolls, anyone who has felt beleaguered by the mighty scorching power, do seek the securest pied-à-terre." Although everyone knew, the gumption and nimbleness of The Owl’s omen never spared anyone who was destined to perish. (Occisor Silentium Shall Come.) As the sun sets, the rumbling voices of corpse-eating crows nested on the banqueting velarium, consuming and becoming tramps.

      SILENT SLAYER?
      Inveigled by An Owl, To Be Feared.
      Whichever Way It Goes-Grief Might Come,
                              Taking The Life of The Prey.
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OWLS DECLARE.  ( ... ) TORPID BANQUET.
ALBATROSS AND MOIRAI. // Dour-19.

Who will be unbridled from The Clutches
of that Brethren’s Hand? Inveigling many
souls, taking many incarnations. Deleterious
Quiescence: 3AM Norms Add Orphic Might.
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A BLOODY DEAD-OF-NIGHT
BANQUET IS ABOUT TO BEGIN.

the blood of the death tolls is in a gargantuan barrel / odor of rancor wafts so far away. Ambience is getting more and more sinister—no manumission at all, even if it’s the kinfolks upholders themselves, an omniscient rigmarole held to reveal the cold-blooded murder in the onslaught of silence. Disclosure for Him: Feathered Phantom, Acillian Ords. Toward the back of the untamed and notoriously pachydermatous, officially revealed—dependable by the mortals, and dreaded by the hobgoblin for being part of the murderous "Bloodstained Banquet." The candles round about growing dim-and-there’s no more silence, shouts of rejoicing and triumph echoing for the revelation of him being on the highest throne, the throne of a respected brethren // due to // the grimmest // predator, Occisor Silentium.
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OWLS DECLARE.  ( ... ) TORPID BANQUET.
ALBATROSS AND MOIRAI. // Dour-19.

Who will be unbridled from The Clutches
of that Brethren’s Hand? Inveigling many
souls, taking many incarnations. Deleterious
Quiescence: 3AM Norms Add Orphic Might.
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A BLOODY DEAD-OF-NIGHT
BANQUET IS ABOUT TO BEGIN.

the blood of the death tolls is in a gargantuan barrel / odor of rancor wafts so far away. Ambience is getting more and more sinister—no manumission at all, even if it’s the kinfolks upholders themselves, an omniscient rigmarole held to reveal the cold-blooded murder in the onslaught of silence. Disclosure for Her: Moonlit Stalker, Virgie Ords. Toward the back of the untamed and notoriously pachydermatous, officially revealed—dependable by the mortals, and dreaded by the hobgoblin for being part of the murderous "Bloodstained Banquet." The candles round about growing dim-and-there’s no more silence, shouts of rejoicing and triumph echoing for the revelation of her being on the highest throne, the throne of a respected brethren // due to // the grimmest // predator, Occisor Silentium.
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OWLS DECLARE.  ( ... ) TORPID BANQUET.
ALBATROSS AND MOIRAI. // Dour-19.

Who will be unbridled from The Clutches
of that Brethren’s Hand? Inveigling many
souls, taking many incarnations. Deleterious
Quiescence: 3AM Norms Add Orphic Might.
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A BLOODY DEAD-OF-NIGHT
BANQUET IS ABOUT TO BEGIN.

the blood of the death tolls is in a gargantuan barrel / odor of rancor wafts so far away. Ambience is getting more and more sinister—no manumission at all, even if it’s the kinfolks upholders themselves, an omniscient rigmarole held to reveal the cold-blooded murder in the onslaught of silence. Disclosure for Him: Whispering Talon, Harlwick Ords. Toward the back of the untamed and notoriously pachydermatous, officially revealed—dependable by the mortals, and dreaded by the hobgoblin for being part of the murderous "Bloodstained Banquet." The candles round about growing dim-and-there’s no more silence, shouts of rejoicing and triumph echoing for the revelation of him being on the highest throne, the throne of a respected brethren // due to // the grimmest // predator, Occisor Silentium.
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OWLS DECLARE.  ( ... ) TORPID BANQUET.
ALBATROSS AND MOIRAI. // Dour-19.

Who will be unbridled from The Clutches
of that Brethren’s Hand? Inveigling many
souls, taking many incarnations. Deleterious
Quiescence: 3AM Norms Add Orphic Might.
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A BLOODY DEAD-OF-NIGHT
BANQUET IS ABOUT TO BEGIN.

the blood of the death tolls is in a gargantuan barrel / odor of rancor wafts so far away. Ambience is getting more and more sinister—no manumission at all, even if it’s the kinfolks upholders themselves, an omniscient rigmarole held to reveal the cold-blooded murder in the onslaught of silence. Disclosure for Him: Talonshade, Rowland Ords. Toward the back of the untamed and notoriously pachydermatous, officially revealed—dependable by the mortals, and dreaded by the hobgoblin for being part of the murderous "Bloodstained Banquet." The candles round about growing dim-and-there’s no more silence, shouts of rejoicing and triumph echoing for the revelation of him being on the highest throne, the throne of a respected brethren // due to // the grimmest // predator, Occisor Silentium.
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OWLS DECLARE.  ( ... ) TORPID BANQUET.
ALBATROSS AND MOIRAI. // Dour-19.

Who will be unbridled from The Clutches
of that Brethren’s Hand? Inveigling many
souls, taking many incarnations. Deleterious
Quiescence: 3AM Norms Add Orphic Might.
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A BLOODY DEAD-OF-NIGHT
BANQUET IS ABOUT TO BEGIN.

the blood of the death tolls is in a gargantuan barrel / odor of rancor wafts so far away. Ambience is getting more and more sinister—no manumission at all, even if it’s the kinfolks upholders themselves, an omniscient rigmarole held to reveal the cold-blooded murder in the onslaught of silence. Disclosure for Her: Veil Of Feathers, Cecilia Ords. Toward the back of the untamed and notoriously pachydermatous, officially revealed—dependable by the mortals, and dreaded by the hobgoblin for being part of the murderous "Bloodstained Banquet." The candles round about growing dim-and-there’s no more silence, shouts of rejoicing and triumph echoing for the revelation of her being on the highest throne, the throne of a respected brethren // due to // the grimmest // predator, Occisor Silentium.
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