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Originally posted by darcon
reply to post by Valhall
At one of the lowest points in my life I was in a doctor's office and this painting hung on the wall and something about it called to me.
The first painting, i can relate to.
Feel like reaching out to the heavens, shouting gods name, yet no one answers, but the answer was there all along.
I feel it expresses my desires because I so want to be an uplifting force to the humanity that surrounds me, fills my life, and makes such a difference in every experience I have. I pray every day that I am upholding and uplifting the humanity I interact with.
Another magnificent piece. Sometimes all you need is a small piece of art to pick up ones spirit.
That is why art(in all of it's glorious forms) is very important.
Thank you for sharing.
The Lizard King shall lead the Five,
From out of the southern gaol shall cut his swath,
True haste shall find a way- in Him the darkness stands revealed,
His eyes as void as a dead man's gaze,
As cold as the light from a dying star,
For We Are Many.
For in the western desert He finds a form,
He is the child with the Mouth of Blood,
The bleakness before the Beginning of Time,
He is the glint of eye in a murderers' eye,
The savage heart of every crime,
For We Are Many.
And lo, if War should have a face,
This One of Five would show that bleeding mask,
Ears pricked to savour every scream,
Teeth bared to strip the carcass wet,
And tongue to lap that vessel dry,
For We Are Many.
From the east the idiot monster cometh,
With nails to announce its' blasphemous intent,
In still dark chambers it awaits the Shadow,
Ebon body, scars the power-
Dark Messiah with a hideous strength,
For We Are Many.
The Watchers at the Gate of Souls shall make the Way,
The Five are red in tooth and claw:
The head, the heart, the hands, the teeth, the eyes-
All combine to create the Five,
For We Are Many.
The knife shall carve its' bloody ritual,
A sanguinary return to a darker place,
Flesh running cold with the running of tears:
To shred, to cut, to slice, to know-
The weeping wound and its' glooming soul,
For We Are Many.
Originally posted by Benevolent Heretic
My life right now...