Forwarded from Rühmer’s Bulwark: The Aeonian Pact.
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IS YOUR HEART LIGHT ENOUGH TO BE WEIGHED, YET STRONG ENOUGH TO WITHSTAND GALE?
Law and justice blossomed between the fingers. Yet, what would be beheaded but the malice of the elder brother of his father? From gray of desert and ruins of vengeance, a novel house grew—merely from womb, but an oath. 𓃣
None promises a throne nor a kingdom. Come see your holy offspring taken list.
Hold your faith and open the door, @Ruhmerbot. Ma’at dances; your sins weigh in Duat. The little souls speak—not to condemn, but to balance.
Warm regards,
@RuhmerAhl. 𓂀
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IS YOUR HEART LIGHT ENOUGH TO BE WEIGHED, YET STRONG ENOUGH TO WITHSTAND GALE?
Law and justice blossomed between the fingers. Yet, what would be beheaded but the malice of the elder brother of his father? From gray of desert and ruins of vengeance, a novel house grew—merely from womb, but an oath. 𓃣
None promises a throne nor a kingdom. Come see your holy offspring taken list.
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Hold your faith and open the door, @Ruhmerbot. Ma’at dances; your sins weigh in Duat. The little souls speak—not to condemn, but to balance.
Warm regards,
@RuhmerAhl. 𓂀
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Genesis of Omen.
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Underneath the epithet of the vicinity, and the wish that lies on the table that we mail to @Godrict, @HusvomMeiers, @altefiore, @PromiseSeason, @KissOfLoove, @Eeljes, for the commemorative fetes.ㅤㅤㅤShall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Genesis of Omen.
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#HOMEY ft @TWIBFESS.
Home was the first poem that bore-in-mind, chiseled within the most serene yet heartwarming cavities of our memory. Allegorized to a ship that wabbled and finally found a harbor to stop, we finally meet you, @Kheraeld. None amount of storms can shatter our wholehearted desire for staying. Thence, we intend to stay whilst carving tales as part of each breath we will breathe hereafter and beyond. 🏠🤎
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#HOMEY ft @TWIBFESS.
Home was the first poem that bore-in-mind, chiseled within the most serene yet heartwarming cavities of our memory. Allegorized to a ship that wabbled and finally found a harbor to stop, we finally meet you, @Kheraeld. None amount of storms can shatter our wholehearted desire for staying. Thence, we intend to stay whilst carving tales as part of each breath we will breathe hereafter and beyond. 🏠🤎
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