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Walking down Mirror Street with his trusted Knightmare Erduchess gave the esteemed Highmare Haizum excellent ideas to improve upon New Atlantis the day it arrives.
Puzzled, Haizum is haunted yet by terrible nightmare visions of a society isn’t yet be.
Our Good Haizum knows bad society can only exist with infallible evidence it is and was be.
Even Bad Erduchess tells you corruption exists as memory until proven has.
“Heeeeelp Meeee~!” sang worryingly My Gallivanting Mime.
His commercials bought us dear downtime while evil advertisers swapped their matter game up.
The networks demanded controversy while Baphomet crushed the stage naked in wrathful expense.
Her two innocently suspicious children zapped The Gallivanting Mime with comedy rays.
“Please fire me TODAY.” yelped My Gallivanting Mime.
Stomping away from the hoof-broken monitor screen, Erduchess gazed outwards to the horizon.
Darkness flooded the lands with fiery-cold black liquids while Haizum naps in his Jungle Fever Coma.
Paradox Island had absorbed one myriad of worlds featuring countless spirits, travelers and entities.
Earth had fallen to logic gate errors allowing for neuron-osmosis of Atlantis magic to nearby hosts.
Decaying sense of moral responsibility had been one nightmare Haizum sensed to Erduchess.
“GASP, I switched this correct channel!” bellowed Wrong Lorobas to himself at Volcano Bed.
Pacing back and forth failed to produce results as Wrong Lorobas finally questioned his script.
For however long Wrong Lorobas existed it never occurred to him he lacked a story.
Even worse so he lacked a body in all senses except one.
“The solution to Archon curses lies in that correct channel…!” sat Graduate Lorobas robeless.
Haizum woke up from his Jungle Fever next to Erduchess and realized his calling was here.
Throwing his cross and bible into the magic volcano caused the [Flood of Darkness] to end.
The burning gate leading to [La La Land] begin fusing itself shut from Baphomet’s rancid breath.
Highmare Haizum stepped beyond the gate into this angry land of madness.
Knightmare Erduchess awoke alone to Paradox Island breaking apart from [Feint Quakes].
Puzzled, Haizum is haunted yet by terrible nightmare visions of a society isn’t yet be.
Our Good Haizum knows bad society can only exist with infallible evidence it is and was be.
Even Bad Erduchess tells you corruption exists as memory until proven has.
“Heeeeelp Meeee~!” sang worryingly My Gallivanting Mime.
His commercials bought us dear downtime while evil advertisers swapped their matter game up.
The networks demanded controversy while Baphomet crushed the stage naked in wrathful expense.
Her two innocently suspicious children zapped The Gallivanting Mime with comedy rays.
“Please fire me TODAY.” yelped My Gallivanting Mime.
Stomping away from the hoof-broken monitor screen, Erduchess gazed outwards to the horizon.
Darkness flooded the lands with fiery-cold black liquids while Haizum naps in his Jungle Fever Coma.
Paradox Island had absorbed one myriad of worlds featuring countless spirits, travelers and entities.
Earth had fallen to logic gate errors allowing for neuron-osmosis of Atlantis magic to nearby hosts.
Decaying sense of moral responsibility had been one nightmare Haizum sensed to Erduchess.
“GASP, I switched this correct channel!” bellowed Wrong Lorobas to himself at Volcano Bed.
Pacing back and forth failed to produce results as Wrong Lorobas finally questioned his script.
For however long Wrong Lorobas existed it never occurred to him he lacked a story.
Even worse so he lacked a body in all senses except one.
“The solution to Archon curses lies in that correct channel…!” sat Graduate Lorobas robeless.
Haizum woke up from his Jungle Fever next to Erduchess and realized his calling was here.
Throwing his cross and bible into the magic volcano caused the [Flood of Darkness] to end.
The burning gate leading to [La La Land] begin fusing itself shut from Baphomet’s rancid breath.
Highmare Haizum stepped beyond the gate into this angry land of madness.
Knightmare Erduchess awoke alone to Paradox Island breaking apart from [Feint Quakes].
Category Poetry / Fantasy
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Size 1200 x 674px
File Size 7.97 MB
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