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Dr. Madside was ignorantly bashing his diabolical machines with comically huge femur bones in his Deep Dark Jungle on Paradox Island.
Scratching his head with his 4th accursed monkey’s paw appendage and shuffling his burning melted shoes charged his tiny brain into monotheistic godhood.
His truly evil diabolical machine “Nocturne Genesis” was remade falsely by imaginary power of leftover Black Goo gifted by Lord Thagirion.
Out spat the diabolical machine an endless series of sequels to “Dead Dreamers Delight” that filled the island up with empty book copies.
Rubbing his tummy and patting his head out of order somehow twisted back the back to before failure.
Tilting his head into a burning wheel Dr. Madside casually somersaults into “Nocturne Genesis” to find the source of his pesky duplication malefactors impeding his new resurrection.
Inside of Nocturne Genesis Dr. Madside lost himself a darkly blank dimension of cosmic absurdity called [The Depths Below].
Snapping his hulking ape fingers lit the area with pale cool light of his magical soul.
On the checkered repeating patterns of the abyss one note described;
“No dreams are forgotten.
Heretics From Nowhere shall awaken the truth.”
Memories flooded back into Dr. Madside’s skull when his litany of names and titles returned to him.
Yards ahead frost crept from [The Electric Throne] as restored system functionality to his lordship.
His hideous ape evolution disguise was fizzling into searing light.
Dr. Madside tapped the last of his nasty minded power to seat himself back on his throne.
Nocturne Genesis shrunk into a small [Black Diamond] fully lit in his mutant ape hand.
Visions of that which must be swam like a sea of fish around his throne.
His accursed monkey’s paw bargain with Ars Goetia ripped dimensions endless.
[Magivirus-DX] is an imaginary spell sequence scammed out of his soul by the evil Goetic scientist [The Encroaching Supermind] to create an incurable mind-control virus against Mankind.
Those thieving criminal summoners were first to be destroyed by that awful demonic advertisement.
“The Sleepy Summoner” snapped out of his maddening monkey facade “Dr. Madside”.
Chains gripped him to his throne now transfigured into his death bed.
[The Depths Below] swapped into a magic boiler room hidden away called the [Spawning of Time].
Seated at his graven table, The Sleepy Summoner found himself silenced before the [Mad Tea Party].
Ars Goetia prepared to collect his [Black Diamond] in ritual for sacrificing the world.
“You are invited!” said The Gallivanting Mime to The Sleepy Summoner.
"O' sweet child Raffaela, do not fall for human lies. You are the True God."
-so sayeth The Holy Mother
Scratching his head with his 4th accursed monkey’s paw appendage and shuffling his burning melted shoes charged his tiny brain into monotheistic godhood.
His truly evil diabolical machine “Nocturne Genesis” was remade falsely by imaginary power of leftover Black Goo gifted by Lord Thagirion.
Out spat the diabolical machine an endless series of sequels to “Dead Dreamers Delight” that filled the island up with empty book copies.
Rubbing his tummy and patting his head out of order somehow twisted back the back to before failure.
Tilting his head into a burning wheel Dr. Madside casually somersaults into “Nocturne Genesis” to find the source of his pesky duplication malefactors impeding his new resurrection.
Inside of Nocturne Genesis Dr. Madside lost himself a darkly blank dimension of cosmic absurdity called [The Depths Below].
Snapping his hulking ape fingers lit the area with pale cool light of his magical soul.
On the checkered repeating patterns of the abyss one note described;
“No dreams are forgotten.
Heretics From Nowhere shall awaken the truth.”
Memories flooded back into Dr. Madside’s skull when his litany of names and titles returned to him.
Yards ahead frost crept from [The Electric Throne] as restored system functionality to his lordship.
His hideous ape evolution disguise was fizzling into searing light.
Dr. Madside tapped the last of his nasty minded power to seat himself back on his throne.
Nocturne Genesis shrunk into a small [Black Diamond] fully lit in his mutant ape hand.
Visions of that which must be swam like a sea of fish around his throne.
His accursed monkey’s paw bargain with Ars Goetia ripped dimensions endless.
[Magivirus-DX] is an imaginary spell sequence scammed out of his soul by the evil Goetic scientist [The Encroaching Supermind] to create an incurable mind-control virus against Mankind.
Those thieving criminal summoners were first to be destroyed by that awful demonic advertisement.
“The Sleepy Summoner” snapped out of his maddening monkey facade “Dr. Madside”.
Chains gripped him to his throne now transfigured into his death bed.
[The Depths Below] swapped into a magic boiler room hidden away called the [Spawning of Time].
Seated at his graven table, The Sleepy Summoner found himself silenced before the [Mad Tea Party].
Ars Goetia prepared to collect his [Black Diamond] in ritual for sacrificing the world.
“You are invited!” said The Gallivanting Mime to The Sleepy Summoner.
"O' sweet child Raffaela, do not fall for human lies. You are the True God."
-so sayeth The Holy Mother
Category Poetry / Fantasy
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File Size 3.03 MB
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