Death
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Now I lay me down to sleep. . . The restful bones of a long-dead embracing couple lay bare and moon-bleached in the silk lined coffin they were buried in. Six feet under, love remains.
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Death conceals itself, patiently hiding in plain sight. An intricate paisley fabric pattern slithers and undulates over the grotesque form of His skeletal face. A subtle yet powerfully savage representation of death...
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A gothic tragedy played out in a single scene. Torn lace rests on the decaying face of a soul whose life was torn away from them all too soon. The flame of our youth is snuffed out before we appreciate its vigour, but...
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A gothic tragedy played out in a single scene. Torn lace rests on the decaying face of a soul whose life was torn away from them all too soon. The flame of our youth is snuffed out before we appreciate its vigour, but...
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Place your finger on the planchette and ask the Ouija board a question, dont be shy. Are those friendly spirits that reply, or is something more malevolent arching its back in the foreboding shadows that surround the...
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Place your finger on the planchette and ask the Ouija board a question, dont be shy. Are those friendly spirits that reply, or is something more malevolent arching its back in the foreboding shadows that surround the...
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Place your finger on the planchette and ask the Ouija board a question, dont be shy. Are those friendly spirits that reply, or is something more malevolent arching its back in the foreboding shadows that surround the...
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Place your finger on the planchette and ask the Ouija board a question, dont be shy. Are those friendly spirits that reply, or is something more malevolent arching its back in the foreboding shadows that surround the...
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Place your finger on the planchette and ask the Ouija board a question, dont be shy. Are those friendly spirits that reply, or is something more malevolent arching its back in the foreboding shadows that surround the...
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Weary from endless aeons of reaping, Old Father Time swaps his scythe for the delicate, muted strains of Death’s dance macabre. The faithful dead revel in the joy of their untimely demise as the song plays eternally.
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Now I lay me down to sleepà The restful bones of a long-dead embracing couple lay bare and moon-bleached in the silk lined coffin they were buried in. Six feet under, love remains.
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On our death bed we long for the loving greeting at Heaven’s Gate. For many, however, the welcome mat has long been awaiting our footsteps to fall in the cold eternal blackness. The door is open for all who sin…will...
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