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BURY OUR FEELINGS MOTHER THE CURSED BETHLEHEM IN MY SORROW BLEED: 88’ (HAIL SOLEMN OF—OMEN—GÜMSHOE GREEDY.)
‘+444 (PROPHET OUR GODHEAD.)
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The Bleeding Heart On My Lungs
The Life So Bloodied: Last—Breath
Hail ‘&. Entire Doth—Crux Aim.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ[666]. It,'s as if the room itself breathes with melancholy, and in this suspended silence, a dark poetry unfolds—where light and shadow write verses not with words, but with absence, gesture, and yearning
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BURY OUR FEELINGS MOTHER THE CURSED BETHLEHEM IN MY SORROW BLEED: 88’ (HAIL SOLEMN OF—OMEN—GÜMSHOE GREEDY.)
‘+444 (PROPHET OUR GODHEAD.)
🫀
The Bleeding Heart On My Lungs
The Life So Bloodied: Last—Breath
Hail ‘&. Entire Doth—Crux Aim.
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ[666]. It,'s as if the room itself breathes with melancholy, and in this suspended silence, a dark poetry unfolds—where light and shadow write verses not with words, but with absence, gesture, and yearning
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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A move too reckless, a pause too cold—lost somewhere between the smoke and silence. /📿 Or maybe, just maybe, I was always wired to break things I tried to hold. I stand at the crossroad of pride and regret, caught in that brutal space where craving meets consequence. Was it my refusal to feel, the price of never flinching, or the weight of everything we never said that still echoes in the dead air between us?
IN A WORLD BUILT ON STRINGS AND SCARS, DID I CUT THE ONES, MEANT TO KEEP ME GROUNDED?
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"I, In the hush of eternal shadow, a lone lamb stands beneath a broken heaven—its fleece dimly kissed by a reluctant light, trembling like a memory too tender to bear. Beside it, (&') the silent gesture of a hand, not commanding, but mourning—reaching as if to touch a spirit already half-gone"...⚰️ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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A move too reckless, a pause too cold—lost somewhere between the smoke and silence. /📿 Or maybe, just maybe, I was always wired to break things I tried to hold. I stand at the crossroad of pride and regret, caught in that brutal space where craving meets consequence. Was it my refusal to feel, the price of never flinching, or the weight of everything we never said that still echoes in the dead air between us?
IN A WORLD BUILT ON STRINGS AND SCARS, DID I CUT THE ONES, MEANT TO KEEP ME GROUNDED?
ㅤㅤㅤ
"I, In the hush of eternal shadow, a lone lamb stands beneath a broken heaven—its fleece dimly kissed by a reluctant light, trembling like a memory too tender to bear. Beside it, (&') the silent gesture of a hand, not commanding, but mourning—reaching as if to touch a spirit already half-gone"...⚰️ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Channel name was changed to «Bloodstained devotion in its purest form, Sacrifice looks better in velvet and pearls.»
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ㅤㅤㅤ“WHAT CAN BE DONE.”
Each time the abyss of melancholy devours the soul the very core of existence is inexorably eroded by the devastation that follows. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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[17.45]. It is proclaimed that there is no refuge from this ruin: IF SUCH AN REFUGE EXISTS “IT IS BUT AN ILLUSION BIRTHED FROM THE CORRUPTION OF A FRACTURED SOUL.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
FOREMOST • LEGACY
( BOULEVARD │ 21.00 )
[ . . ] Compherensive embrace deluxe anthology with enigma behind the sumptuous colossal engagement of the determination amidst eternal controversy
WRITTEN, SOLEMNITY
HOOD OF THE DUKE️️️️️️──1756
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️ ️
ㅤㅤㅤ“WHAT CAN BE DONE.”
Each time the abyss of melancholy devours the soul the very core of existence is inexorably eroded by the devastation that follows. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ
[17.45]. It is proclaimed that there is no refuge from this ruin: IF SUCH AN REFUGE EXISTS “IT IS BUT AN ILLUSION BIRTHED FROM THE CORRUPTION OF A FRACTURED SOUL.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
FOREMOST • LEGACY
( BOULEVARD │ 21.00 )
[ . . ] Compherensive embrace deluxe anthology with enigma behind the sumptuous colossal engagement of the determination amidst eternal controversy
WRITTEN, SOLEMNITY
HOOD OF THE DUKE️️️️️️──1756
️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️️ ️️️️️ ️
SOLITARY CONFINEMENT FIGURE IN STILLNESS BATHED IN SHADOWS, HIS HAND MOVE ACCROA A FORGOTTEN DREAM.
︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎
The air hums with the weight of unspoken farewells words lost between heartbeats and heavy sighs. Every place every song every scent carries THE GHOST OF A MOMENT WE CAN NEVER RECLAIM. Nostalgia is a soft ache a quiet mourning for a world that no longer exists.
︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎WORLD DRENCHED IN SHADOWS (&.)
︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ 🫀 SOFTLY SPOKEN GOODBYES.
WHERE MEMORIES BECOME GHOSTS THAT LINGER IN THE STILLNESS. They whisper in the spaces between heartbeats pressing themselves into the hollows of our ribs. We welcome them even as they remind us of what has been lost—of all the things that will never return.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎
The air hums with the weight of unspoken farewells words lost between heartbeats and heavy sighs. Every place every song every scent carries THE GHOST OF A MOMENT WE CAN NEVER RECLAIM. Nostalgia is a soft ache a quiet mourning for a world that no longer exists.
︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎WORLD DRENCHED IN SHADOWS (&.)
︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ 🫀 SOFTLY SPOKEN GOODBYES.
WHERE MEMORIES BECOME GHOSTS THAT LINGER IN THE STILLNESS. They whisper in the spaces between heartbeats pressing themselves into the hollows of our ribs. We welcome them even as they remind us of what has been lost—of all the things that will never return.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎
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Nobody by Avenged Sevenfold on Apple Music
Song · 2023 · Duration 5:53
SEEMED TO WHISPER SECRET IN STILLNESS, LIKE PHANTOMS DRIFTING FRKM AN UNKNOWNABLE REALM, &. UNANSWERED.