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    A child's golden book title "Snacks stop running!" Cover of book is Cthulhu chasing terrified children across a beach

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    An epic movie style still of Jesus Christ and Santa Clause engaged in an epic duel to the death. The battle has waged on for hours, both fighter exhausted begin their final assault. Blood and carnage everywhere, the city lies in ruin
    The burning sweat of poison tears The river flowing red with blood The cradle-robbing hand of death Caresses every dreaming head Waiting for the marriage hearse To take you to the funeral pyre So you burn the family tree The generations burning higher Stand inside the temple As the book of Thel is opening The priestess stands before you Offering her hand out, rising Come the dawning of the dead In famine and in war Now the harlot womb of death Spits out its rotten core By the pricking of my thumbs Something wicked this way comes And when sleep takes you tonight Will you wake to see the light? Come the dawning of the dead Come the dawning of the dead Come the dawning of the dead Come the dawning of the dead What demon hath formed this abominable void This soul-shuddering vacuum? Some said it is Urizen But unknown, abstracted, brooding secret The dark power hid
    Realistic highly detailed photo of Batman and the Joker ballroom dancing
    I also stood in Satan’s bosom & beheld its desolatons: A ruin’d Man, a ruin’d building of God not made with hands; Its plains of burning sand, its mountains of marble terrible; Its pits & declivities flowing with molten ore & fountains Of pitch & nitre; its ruin’d palaces & cities & mighty works; Its furnaces of affliction, in which his Angels & Emanations Labour with blacken’d visages among its stupendous ruins, Arches & pyramids & porches, colonnades & domes, In which dwells Mystery, Babylon; here is her secret place; From hence she comes forth on the Churches in delight; Here is her Cup fill’d with its poisons, in these horrid vales, And here her scarlet Veil woven in pestilence & war; Here is Jerusalem bound in chains, in the Dens of Babylon.
    I also stood in Satan’s bosom & beheld its desolatons: A ruin’d Man, a ruin’d building of God not made with hands; Its plains of burning sand, its mountains of marble terrible; Its pits & declivities flowing with molten ore & fountains Of pitch & nitre; its ruin’d palaces & cities & mighty works; Its furnaces of affliction, in which his Angels & Emanations Labour with blacken’d visages among its stupendous ruins, Arches & pyramids & porches, colonnades & domes, In which dwells Mystery, Babylon; here is her secret place; From hence she comes forth on the Churches in delight; Here is her Cup fill’d with its poisons, in these horrid vales, And here her scarlet Veil woven in pestilence & war; Here is Jerusalem bound in chains, in the Dens of Babylon.
    Wild groves, sacred grounds fade to vastness Mother Moon, cast your spell on these fields Let the boughs paint ghostly shades on the trail To a different world Where castle looks out to a valley Where I'm given all the love that I crave Not afraid of the rising sun laying bare my brittle soul Cold is the wind Bringing forth clarity Time rushing on And nothing will remain There's no glory on the last journey home... Looking down from this pure cope of heaven Onto an ocean of white that drowns All the noise and decree And the craze in empty eyes Wide-eyed I'm lost in my imagination: A dream of love I've got to suffocate while I keep on waiting For the hour I'll be called to realize And see it all before my eyes The sky is crawling down the mound Into the deadwood on the ground They say Wide-eyed I'm lost in my imagination: A dream of love I've got to suffocate while I keep on waiting For the hour I'll be called to realize And see it all before my eyes The sky is crawling down the mound Into the deadwood on the ground They say A fire in the dark for the fool's gonna find his way Gonna run and never get away Is it love that glows in fiery alignment ? Starry-eyed ? Maybe living a lie ?
    A line of 8 Darth Vaders arm in arm dancing like The Rockettes. High kicks.
    As above, so below All things come from the one Now you are the victim Carried by the wind, rooted in the ground If you want to learn the secrets Close your eyes The ladder falls away At the gates of Urizen Fallen eagles blaze At the gates of Urizen Eternal twins are damned At the gates of Urizen Separate lives begin In every woman is a man From the moon come silver ghosts Spectres of the blood From my spirit comes the darkness From the void, the crimson fortress rises At the gates of Urizen The ladder falls away At the gates of Urizen Fallen eagles blaze At the gates of Urizen Eternal twins are damned At the gates of Urizen Separate lives begin At the gates of Urizen The ladder falls away At the gates of Urizen Fallen eagles blaze At the gates of Urizen Eternal twins are damned At the gates of Urizen Separate lives begin At the gates of Urizen The gates of Urizen The gates of Urizen At the gates...
    We're a ship without a storm Cold without the warm Light inside the darkness lit at peace We're a laugh without a tear Hope without the fear We are coming home We're off to the witch We may never never never come home But the magic that we'll feel is worth a lifetime We're all born upon the cross We're the throw before the toss You can release yourself but the only way is down We don't come alone We are fire we are stone We're the hand that writes and quickly moves away We'll know for the first time If we're evil or divine We're the last in line, yeah We're the last in line Two eyes from the east It's the angel of the beast And the answer lies between all good and bad We search for the truth We could die upon the tooth But the thrill of just the chase is worth the pain We'll know for the first time If we're evil or divine We're the last in line yeah We're the last in line oh Yeah We're off to the witch We may never never never come home But the magic that we'll feel is worth a lifetime We're all born upon the cross You know, we're the throw before the toss You can release yourself but the only way is down We'll know for the first time If we're evil or divine We're the last in line oh We're the last in line See how we shine We're the last in We're the last in line We're a ship without a storm We're cold inside the warm We're the last without a tear We're the throw without the meal We're the last in line See how we shine We're the last in line
    Wild groves, sacred grounds fade to vastness Mother Moon, cast your spell on these fields Let the boughs paint ghostly shades on the trail To a different world Where castle looks out to a valley Where I'm given all the love that I crave Not afraid of the rising sun laying bare my brittle soul Cold is the wind Bringing forth clarity Time rushing on And nothing will remain There's no glory on the last journey home... Looking down from this pure cope of heaven Onto an ocean of white that drowns All the noise and decree And the craze in empty eyes Wide-eyed I'm lost in my imagination: A dream of love I've got to suffocate while I keep on waiting For the hour I'll be called to realize And see it all before my eyes The sky is crawling down the mound Into the deadwood on the ground They say Wide-eyed I'm lost in my imagination: A dream of love I've got to suffocate while I keep on waiting For the hour I'll be called to realize And see it all before my eyes The sky is crawling down the mound Into the deadwood on the ground They say A fire in the dark for the fool's gonna find his way Gonna run and never get away Is it love that glows in fiery alignment ? Starry-eyed ? Maybe living a lie ?
    Mr Rogers, wearing a red sweater, slacks, loafers, attacking a large city, crushing buildings throwing cars, electric breath. Being attacked by tanks and fighter jets
    n1ghtm@r3, strange city in the distance, light rays, cape, landscape, fog, red theme, monster silhouette in background, flying beasts. stormy weather
    A pulp romance novel, Cover is a man with a mustache wearing a suit an tie in a public restroom stall. Looking down at the gloryhole. Title "Brent can't fit in the Gloryhole..." Subtitle "...that's why we all like Brent!
    The burning sweat of poison tears The river flowing red with blood The cradle-robbing hand of death Caresses every dreaming head Waiting for the marriage hearse To take you to the funeral pyre So you burn the family tree The generations burning higher Stand inside the temple As the book of Thel is opening The priestess stands before you Offering her hand out, rising Come the dawning of the dead In famine and in war Now the harlot womb of death Spits out its rotten core By the pricking of my thumbs Something wicked this way comes And when sleep takes you tonight Will you wake to see the light? Come the dawning of the dead Come the dawning of the dead Come the dawning of the dead Come the dawning of the dead What demon hath formed this abominable void This soul-shuddering vacuum? Some said it is Urizen But unknown, abstracted, brooding secret The dark power hid
    An epic move still, highly detailed, Giant Mickey Mouse destroying the city, breathing fire, crushing cars, eating people, gleeful, happy, evil, pure evil
    I also stood in Satan’s bosom & beheld its desolatons: A ruin’d Man, a ruin’d building of God not made with hands; Its plains of burning sand, its mountains of marble terrible; Its pits & declivities flowing with molten ore & fountains Of pitch & nitre; its ruin’d palaces & cities & mighty works; Its furnaces of affliction, in which his Angels & Emanations Labour with blacken’d visages among its stupendous ruins, Arches & pyramids & porches, colonnades & domes, In which dwells Mystery, Babylon; here is her secret place; From hence she comes forth on the Churches in delight; Here is her Cup fill’d with its poisons, in these horrid vales, And here her scarlet Veil woven in pestilence & war; Here is Jerusalem bound in chains, in the Dens of Babylon.
    A kids book titled "Don't run I have candy!" Great Cover picture of book is Cthulhu coming out of the ocean with giant lollipops in hand. A beach full of terrified children run screaming away from Cthulhu.
    An epic movie style still of Jesus Christ and Santa Clause engaged in an epic duel to the death. The battle has waged on for hours, both fighter exhausted begin their final assault. Blood and carnage everywhere, the city lies in ruin
    She came to me with a serpent's kiss As the Eye of the Sun rose on her lips Moonlight catches silver tears I cry So we lay in a black embrace And the seed is sown in a holy place And I watched, and I waited for the dawn
    She came to me with a serpent's kiss As the Eye of the Sun rose on her lips Moonlight catches silver tears I cry So we lay in a black embrace And the seed is sown in a holy place And I watched, and I waited for the dawn
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