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Thirty second curse casted by @rougedelutin

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Poem:
Wandering in darkness grope,
Finding not a glimpse of hope.
Fingers touch to find my way,
Each foot fall, my heart betrays

The fear which drives me through the day.
Suddenly the ground is lost,
Flailing arms as body’s tossed.
Splashing down in crimson pool,
The warm embrace is much too cruel,
I curse this lowly, wretched fool.

Floundering in this self made hell,
Warmth increasing as I dwell,
Within the confines I create,
Screaming as myself berate,
Giving in to this, my fate.

Eternity by Marilyn

Wandering in darkness grope,
Finding not a glimpse of hope.
Fingers touch to find my way,
Each foot fall, my heart betrays
The fear which drives me through.

Suddenly the ground is lost,
Flailing arms as body’s tossed.
Splashing down in crimson pool,
The warm embrace is much too cruel,
I curse this lowly, wretched fool.

Floundering in this self made hell,
Warmth increasing as I dwell,
Within the confines I create,
Screaming as myself berate,
Giving in to this, my fate.

Eternity by Marilyn

Thirty second curse casted by @ex.halelive , owner of @cruel_machine_booking

Poem:
„Wisdom burned upon a shelf, who’ll kill the raging cancer
Seal the river at its mouth, take the water prisoner
Fill the sky with screams and cries, bathe in fiery answers”

In chambers built of glass and thoughts,
echoes dance on skins and bones
walls of eyes and human crumbs,
a song of one, that every voice numb.

Seventh track for our „Artifact” single series composed by @mogano__ founder of @arboretum_records

Poem:

In chambers built of glass and thoughts,
echoes dance on skins and bones
walls of eyes and human crumbs,
a song of one, that every voice numb.

Let me speak my mind
into this chamber
of similarity
so I can hear what I say

I say what you say
and you say what I say
and we say what we say
Others don’t matter

Thirty first curse casted by @_jbilo_

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Poem by Ghazi Abdul Rahman Al Gosaibi

I have returned from the throes of battle, yet I know not
For what vain cause I squandered my years in strife.
And thou hast thou, in my absence,
Tasted tribulations that would rend the mountains asunder?

Hast thou borne the anguish I have borne a wound
That the healer beheld with a sullen gaze, yet left unhealed?
In thine eyes, I descry the gleam of unshed tears
Dost thou, O beloved, now mirror my despair?

I have returned from the throes of battle yet I know not
For what vain cause I squandered my years in strife.
And thou hast thou, in my absence,
Tasted tribulations that would rend the mountains asunder?

Hast thou borne the anguish I have borne a wound
That the healer beheld with a sullen gaze, yet left unhealed?
In thine eyes, I descry the gleam of unshed tears
Dost thou, O beloved, now mirror my despair?

Ghazi Abdul Rahman Al Gosaibi

Thirtieth curse casted by @umutsefiloglu_

Poem: Poem of Atoms by Mevlana Celaleddin Rumi

[ANG]
O day, arise!
The atoms are dancing.
The souls are dancing, overcome with ecstasy.
I’ll whisper in your ear where their dance is taking them.
All the atoms in the air and in the desert know well, they seem insane.
Every single atom, happy or miserable, Becomes enamored of the sun, of which nothing can be said

[TR]
Ey gün, uyan, zerreler dans ediyor.
Bütün evren dans ediyor,
mutluluktan perişan olmuş ruhlar dans ediyor.
Kulağına danslarının onları nereye götürdüğünü söyleyeceğim,
havadaki ve çöldeki bütün zerreler
iyi bilin, onlar sanki deliler.
Her bir zerre mutlu ya da mahzûn,
hakkında hiçbir şey söylenmeyen güneşe tutulurlar.

I am the hunger that you have denied,
The ache of desire piercing your side.
I am the sin you have never confessed,
The forbidden hand caressing your breast.

You’ve heard me inside you speak in your dreams,
Sigh in the ocean, whisper in streams.
I am the future you crave and you fear.
You know what I bring. Now I am here.

Curse twenty ninth casted by @eastern_renaissance, co-founder of the Cosmic Codex event series.

‘In the silence of space, where no air carries sound, one begins to hear the noise of one’s own mind.”
Stanislaw Lem, Fiasco

I am the image that darkens your glass,
The shadow that falls wherever you pass.
I am the dream you cannot forget,
The face you remember without having met.

I am the truth that must not be spoken,
The midnight vow that cannot be broken.
I am the bell that tolls out the hours.
I am the fire that warms and devours