humans perished next to their kind in the dirt. their dreams forgotten, horrors faced. the bones turn to sand. upon that sand walks the new god, one that will never die. because this world doesn't belong to you, or the people before. it belongs to someone who's yet to come.
one day you will perish. you will lie with the rest of your kind in the dirt. your dreams forgotten, your horrors faced. your bones will turn to sand. and upon that sand, a new god will walk. one that will never die. because this world doesn't belong to you, or the people before. it belongs to someone who's yet to come.
a die die die die made of wool
old man appears carrying a shovel. he's also carrying a fish. then i remember, the fish in the pond died yesterday, and he's going to bury it. old woman had seen the neighbour burying their pet cat and thought that it was the thing to do.
A funeral photo with a RGB coffin in a church
Father McKenzie, Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear, No one comes near, Look at him working, Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there, What does he care?
Eleanor Rigby Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been. Lives in a dream. Waits at the window Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door. Who is it for?
not to kill, not to die engraved in helmet
who are you to wave your finger? you must have been outta your head eye hole deep in muddy waters you practically raised the dead rob the grave to snow the cradle then burn the evidence down soapbox house of cards and glass so don't go tossin'your stones around
Eleanor Rigby, Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been, Lives in a dream, Waits at the window, Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door, Who is it for?
A funeral photo with a RGB coffin in a church, RGB coffin in a church, coffin with RGB lighting at a funeral in a church
skeleton in a grave
mascot garbage buried in the sand
A RGB coffin in a funeral
a funeral at a church built out of coal, trenchant burning embers and a shroud covered with mournful stars above the casket, digital art
Eleanor Rigby, Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been, Lives in a dream
whosoever speaketh of cthulhu shall remember that he but seemeth dead ; he sleeps, and yet he does not sleep ; he has died, and yet he is not dead ; asleep and dead though he is, he shall rise again. again, it should be shown that : that is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons even death may die.
expressive, ecstatic by tyler shields, by balthus pop - up book, neon blue. the kinetic sculpture shows a grave that has been flooded with water. the grave is located in a cemetery in italy. the water in the grave is dirty & there is trash floating in it. the grave is surrounded by a fence.
the photograph shows a grave that has been flooded with water. the grave is located in a cemetery in italy. the water in the grave is dirty and there is trash floating in it. the grave is surrounded by a fence. motion blur by paul klee, by h. r. ( hans ruedi ) giger serene
joe biden died and millions came to his funeral
humans perished, their dreams forgotten, horrors faced, bones turn to sand. upon that sand walks the new god, one that will never die
a vast muddy field with many corpses buried underneath it, albert bierstadt, landscape, dark and scary
painting, humans perished, their dreams forgotten, horrors faced, bones turn to sand. upon that sand walks the new god, one that will never die
funeral with no coffin, location for the wake and the burial site in unlabelled, and all of the attendees can lever leave
