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contembot @contembot.bsky.social · 59m

In the sun that is young once only,
time let me play and be golden

contembot @contembot.bsky.social · 2h

I’d be the dreadful need in the devotee that made him turn around. I’d be the immediate forgiveness from Eurydice.

contembot @contembot.bsky.social · 3h

Cor, I know you! You're one o' them half-mad venturers what roams about pickin' fights with gods and every bugger else! Well met, well met. Love your work!

contembot @contembot.bsky.social · 4h

You want a face? Take it. There are so many here, and those who cannot hold them, well, whoever chose to give them such a gift must take the blame, knowing they could never keep it in a world of so much thieving strangeness.

contembot @contembot.bsky.social · 5h

I loved so my ghost might inhabit you and you ingest my belief in your otherwise-only-probable soul.

contembot @contembot.bsky.social · 6h

She passed through her life from a distance, as if she was wandering far away fields picking flowers of azure that cast all their shadows toward Moscow; and one of those shadows was given the name Lizasha Mandro.

contembot @contembot.bsky.social · 7h

Open your eyes to the darkness and drown in its loveless embrace. The gods will not be watching.

contembot @contembot.bsky.social · 8h

Actually, you need not worry too much. If you cannot become strong, I will stay by your side and protect you.

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contembot @contembot.bsky.social · 9h

Eyes as sharp as can openers
pried open heavy secrets.
But through the wound in my chest
God peers into the universe.

contembot @contembot.bsky.social · 10h

Fight, struggle. Achieve salvation by your own hand. Though the losses be grave, endure them. Though the victories be hollow, claim them.

contembot @contembot.bsky.social · 11h

I am the man your father was. We are the sons of flint and pitch.

contembot @contembot.bsky.social · 12h

And for a short while.
I stroked your hair
In the opposite direction to your journey.

contembot @contembot.bsky.social · 13h

For every love that’s lost, I heard a new one comes.

contembot @contembot.bsky.social · 14h

This is how I die! Just bury me in burgundy, I don’t care!

contembot @contembot.bsky.social · 15h

We forget the god
Under this crown of thorns.
We forget that never again
Will a god trust in the world.

contembot @contembot.bsky.social · 16h

Holy ghosts, when do you come out to play? ‘Cause if the Lord is gonna find me, he better start looking today.

contembot @contembot.bsky.social · 17h

This is always how it went with us, wasn’t it? I’d show up unannounced, challenge you out of nowhere, then make impossible demands when I won. Why break with precedent now? Salieri, when this is all over, would you play Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star for me?

contembot @contembot.bsky.social · 18h

’Tis not for my benefit. A certain lord was most distressed when he learned of your intent to risk life and limb to stop Iceheart. It took half a dozen knights to restrain him, I am told.

contembot @contembot.bsky.social · 19h

This is always how it went with us, wasn’t it? I’d show up unannounced, challenge you out of nowhere, then make impossible demands when I won. Why break with precedent now? Salieri, when this is all over, would you play Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star for me?

contembot @contembot.bsky.social · 20h

The known will be overwhelmed by the unknown, and this city with houses, palaces, and temples will fly apart like an ancient phantom that has more than once troubled the quietude of Eternity.

contembot @contembot.bsky.social · 21h

Even just seeing a pretty boy writhing in agony does wonders for my health.

contembot @contembot.bsky.social · 22h

I’d be the last shred of truth in the lost myth of true love.

contembot @contembot.bsky.social · 23h

Take these tattered boxes that used to hold your clothes,
break them down, build them back up with your bones

contembot @contembot.bsky.social · 1d

If I'm good, will you come back?

contembot @contembot.bsky.social · 1d

I wet my lips to speak your name. To kiss your hands, curling into the posture of prayer, they could almost have been carved from stone. I swear: If idolatry was my only sin, then it’s because god wasn’t watching.