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Hell Bound

I should write in my intro that no one needs to read these 'super posts' @___@ unless they're truley interested. I'm just putting this stuff down so I can think about it and access it easily. The world's gonna have a lot of 'super posts'/rambling in it ^_____-.

Me rambling:

Apparently Nostradamus was headed for Hell and knew it well [that rhymes X)]. That sure does suck. In The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri, Dante travels through Hell with Virgil 'n such. If Nostradamus haden't lived like two centuries after Dante they would have 'seen' each other in Hell [ring 8 I think *shrugz*], that wouldv'e been an interesting visit.

But back to him heading to Hell. Nostradamus was involved in the occult, he used material objects to aid him in seeing prophecies, unlike those spiritually inspired without the aid of materials.

Let no one be found among you who sacrifices his son or daughter in the fire, who practices divination or sorcery, interprets omens, engages in witchcraft, or casts spells, or who is a medium or spiritist or who consults the dead. Anyone who does these things is detestable to the LORD, and because of these detestable practices the LORD your God will drive out those nations before you. (Deut. 18:10-12)

He burnt the books that he discovered these 'forbidden' techniques. He told his son to never use his father's techniques:

... he indicates how it is possible for the diviner to open the mind to divine inspiration not merely through the use of judicial astrology, but with the ritual aid of lymbe and exigue flamme ... Almost in the same breath, however, he beseeches his infant son never to dabble in such practices for, he says, they desiccate the body, disturb the mind, and send the soul to perdition. For that reason he has reduced to ashes the ancient books in which he first discovered the techniques involved. They burned, he says, with an unnatural brilliance (NE, p. 64).

Got the info that this post was inspired from here if ya wanna know more.

A painting representing Dante's book and Hell.

[9.tailed]

.Outcast.

Outcast

After the destruction
The bodies lay cold
Hidden beneath a hard dirt floor
Printed tracks aren’t too old.

Looking at your face,
I see no remorse

What’s in your head?
When you turn your back on reason
What’s the story behind those stone eyes?

We’re all misunderstood
All a little confused sometimes
We may seem blind
But the blood on your hands…
It’s all too clear
The screams were unmistakable
Your attitude will remain unforgivable

The muddy leather boots
Weren’t cleaned that night
The clothes stained red
Weren’t bleached nice and white
You didn’t smile through the day
Expression reads cold and raw
Wearing the evidence before us
Your tracks, you didn’t bother covering them.

Did you want people to know?

I wrote Outcast while listening to "Zombie" by The Cranberries

You don't have to comment on the poems below if you already have, just posting them so they're in this world.

~Charm~

Soft words
Like a melody
Running through my head
Like my favourite song,
I put it on repeat

What to do?
When you’re obsessed
Sleep can only ruin this perfect moment

Time passes by
Becoming something like a vampire
Survive off the energy of another...

Nothing can be done
To cure this magik charm
It’s set in, embedded in my soul.
A song runs through my veins
Keeps my feeble heart alive
Wards evils away

Not one, not a thing,
Can harm one smitten with infatuation
And possessed by love.

Writtin while listening to "Girls Be Ambitious" by Miyavi

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.Nite-Scare.

It’s the aching of my heart
Keeps me awake at night
In the quiet of the dark
My fears are in plaine sight

The fiends of my mind
Whisper loud in my head.
Will the chills up my spine
Shake me half to death?
Or the madness of my life
Tear me apart instead?

An unstoppable force
Knocks me into a slumber
An unreasonable force
Drags me into a world where
My deepest frustrations reside…

My thoughts are distorted
Looking past the light
Feeling anxious all the time
Running through my life
Thrust into turmoil
Fallen into the dark

I must find my way out
Eyes don’t stray from that spec of light
Crawl out of this hole
But my limbs
I cannot control them

I’m in a hectic situation
Can’t stop these rocks from tumbling
Mind over matter
Help ‘cause I’m struggling

But listen,
It’s not all in my head…

I was listening to "Disturbia" by Rihanna

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[9.tailed]