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Dead hands shuffle the light of the living.

-Dylan of the Raven

[dylan-of-the-raven]

Age worn illusions laced with static, sharpen the edges of every fragile dawn.

-Dylan of the Raven

[dylan-of-the-raven]

Nostalgic for decaying words.

-Dylan of the Raven

[dylan-of-the-raven]

Do not fear Hell nor its wicked beasts. Fear the monarchs, politicians, and banking elites, that twist our world for their own sick feasts.

-Dylan of the Raven

[dylan-of-the-raven]

Rose lipped twisted sonnets whistle across the ashes of oblivion.

-Dylan of the Raven

[dylan-of-the-raven]

Silver blades of moonlight cut the palms of ghosts.

-Dylan of the Raven

[dylan-of-the-raven]

Rattle the demon, shake it out from my bones.

-Dylan of the Raven

[dylan-of-the-raven]

I gaze upon an ocean of gathered ink, from every quill that ever dared to bleed poetry.

-Dylan of the Raven