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Gothic Poetry Generator 3

Slender beams of illumination enter
this darkened place as I kneel,
always silent, always silent,
frozen here,
waiting.

Accusing forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
penetrating my darkened eyes.

Blood on humanity's face.

I raise my head, now submitting to
this uncaring Limbo.
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Gothic Poetry Generator 3, by Joshua Kane 4.5 out of 5 based on 2 votes.
Alice Chou More than 1 year ago
in a sardonic way
Eugene Jordan More than 1 year ago
fight the uncaring Limbo and please keep on writting...
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