| It was incredible, I could have levitated, spoke in vulgar tongues. If you make your way into the legions of God Tartarus you might recognise this Hell for being quite Tantalising. "Yes, Terra! Yes, Is not that I had caged you, we seem to get stuck in old fashions with one another tantalising our self." Or sure as hell, everything you do in here is significant, certainly not the radiant glow of success as when two bodies rub each other if pure glimmering drops of sweat, who keep you on the run. "I Had asked for the God Loki to assist me in twisting back a memory! Not for Four bringing a Jedi and his pathetic copy cat and screamer of my real life in here! If you are afraid in facing what I had asked you Loki, to face Ibliss Eveningstar, my brother! I''m not tantalizing you! He is my brother and you are married motherf***er!" I was angry giving a cool look to the guardian of this Hell, which by the way rolled over the floor before my legs, perhaps it was ever more important to share a good laugh. "Show up now to the expense of my power, you don't need extra burdens to hold you back! Unless you like to masturbate and watch. " Spoke kindly while shoving my feet over his body, guardians are the first to manifest the entrances and the exists. <br>
"Where is Tantalazius?" This Hell, shall it explained again how its? if you can make him laught you are half way there, meaning Tartarus is not a God who will let you trick him, if you look deep inside the jails of your mind this is just as well, a truly civilized imprisonment of high core security safety, where your heart and soul constricted the laws of being seduced, the tortures which implied its desire without a full penetration. I mean, a Goddess like me could enter anywhere and get out like you don't care but Mark? God of Shadows? No! "Terra! Where are you?" Tantalazius hidden, blissfully unaware of the coming of the rage, he seat behind the corridors of each cell, you see this place is like the wiring maps in the brain, some connections are entities of believe and some others have infections in which ends died to coexist within other's corridors. Each Jail had a thought of it self, but orderly would be fine to have such boundaries, negotiations had to be held in order for its currency to have values. Each Sin here has to paid, unless the Goddess of rage is coming for you.
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Shoots, braking through to all the disturbance which no one dares to see, its not fair, everything that had formed the building of what you think to be but stop! Watch it slowly dying, falling down melting away from the hands of the creator. This is not just the Binding Oath who comes to destroy the impediment but its space to bond higher frequencies. Shootings, no one wants to ear the noise unless is yours banging in your head, and as much the Iron bars of the Underworld were impenetrable, the gates opened freeing with hateful oxygen, undesirable, yet need it for the Goddess of Terror to walk free.
This kind of patriotism towards your fellow ones and consenting adults, they vigilante. If you look really deep, and move your soul you wouldn't really know what is happening, you will simply create with an alter knowledge, moving with changes, enduring with that bounds you to flow."Terra, you are here, there are no words to explain you what I went through in order to find you, if you can follow the path till the end of this road where Mark is waiting to take you."
Hours latter I was in a station, in that part of the world who has you waiting, you must take the train when it comes, is like a rush of timing when you know that waits for you can bring you in a second to another dimension, my home was my divine rage its true that no one can save you, is not really a matter of fighting you seat there and watch the world moving, your family falling in pieces.
Divine Rage was a frivulous calculation, you can change the room, the hall, the upper level and the garden, but you have to wake up early every day to bring that money in. Tensed my muscled legs, its enough to be seating in here as if its was the very Ferry I'm waiting for when I'm a river. The fisical world has its rules, is not an humiliation of challenges, I seat determined to overcome the anguish, all those explosions, killing the viruses was only a cloudy escape for the Terror to run wild, now lets see what mother earth has in waiting with his beloved husband of Shadows. If it will be truth the transformation is something you must work for, to be trusted. Join in the love train, people of the world join in.
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The next stop, that we rush into makes the time to ride you on through, don't miss this train at the station because if you miss it, I feel sorry, sorry for you. Let it run, people of the world, join in, to the love train. If there is a child who grows with love would it have the desire to shoot till death comes? If the train of death comes for everyone would you ride it to make such changes and kill the past?
I was wondering, why would Ibiss loose his memory, I remember well how he escape from the shoots, if he was asked to be murdered, maybe I could make him remember where was Wakanda. Where the bussiness that are left in space alter the production of our present. Loki wouldn't be the best choice to have seating next to me, he will divert any story without trusting anyone, he will never enter, he never did, but he is welcome to to twist the memory of Ibliss back if he as God with balls.
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A bunch of people entered, The Mayfair, now abroad from New York City to Louisiana. Started to think that being a traveler assent bad after all, it made you forget where you came from, it moved you on into new faces of the world. Weather I was always in the go or not, this motion had me as if the wagons of this train remain stuck without stooping at any station. If you see the movement, the rotations and open meaning, the rails wouldn't exist as such. Only minutes and it feels like hours, looking for Ibliss Evening Star had the same sensation then Terra would have walking out from that Hell.
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It doesn't matter who you are, the despair shouts inside of you from a repression that goes on and on and even it travels straight it feels as spirals who never get to stop, waving from side to side, if you stop and make a deep pause, if you are sensitive enough you can feel it.
It drags you with the crew and there is nothing you can do, in this atmosphere where you think you would go some where, did not really mean you got there. I reckoned for those who survived the trip, looking for him in this eternity, would I find him, would Ibliss lean on me, would Loki come out any door to teach us more than what is mischievous. Would I need somebody to lean on, when I have a problem a discovery to share to the world, when you have a friend, one you admired from the distance.
I took a deep step and breath, this single day, every word he said, his family and wife, he might have something special waiting for him, after all if I was his sister I must know the goods that might push him to remember, I could trust in Loki to come, but it was never a guaranty the twisting of the faiths. Maybe I was impaired for the clarity of my rage but deep down a binding oath can turn things to come true, when you fulfill those promises. That if you remember everything you did, you could point to the moon for future civilization to watch, if you created a ceremony and guidance for those to meet, they will always return as that very memory who calls you to recreate you. |
