REMORRSE.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( 悔—恨, “Remorse“ )

(🝗.) Hood-drawn silence, no breath, no light.
Overcrowded bones in borrowed night, cries unjunctured— languish sudden. Doom unwrit.

ㅤㅤSecret—codex & The Ledger: @eexalt.
ㅤ &’ Utterance of the Truth, @remorrsebot.
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(THEE GO—EST, O SHADE-ENTHRALL’D.)
Neath welkin dimm’d and sorrow mount the limen cracks, no encores no bells are rung for: @‎qisagi. Now faded vanish thee from sublunary chime (‘&) far hath stray’d; the hour grave—be gone, ‘neath time’s endless shelter of @REMORRSE.
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(THEE GO—EST, O SHADE-ENTHRALL’D.)
Neath welkin dimm’d and sorrow mount the limen cracks, no encores no bells are rung for: @‎shuyiw. Now faded vanish thee from sublunary chime (‘&) far hath stray’d; the hour grave—be gone, ‘neath time’s endless shelter of @REMORRSE.
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(STEP THOU IN, WHERE UMBRA BIDE.)
The ghost of crime, the weight of dread.
A soul-lit musters in warmth, ardent and soft, for: @calliisto. Thus scooch, thou soul, at sorrow’s cross (‘&) dine with rue
in quiet gross. The feast is grief, the cup
is loss—the final griel of @REMORRSE.
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(STEP THOU IN, WHERE UMBRA BIDE.)
The ghost of crime, the weight of dread.
A soul-lit musters in warmth, ardent and soft, for: @sundayi. Thus scooch, thou soul, at sorrow’s cross (‘&) dine with rue
in quiet gross. The feast is grief, the cup
is loss—the final griel of @REMORRSE.
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(STEP THOU IN, WHERE UMBRA BIDE.)
The ghost of crime, the weight of dread.
A soul-lit musters in warmth, ardent and soft, for: @shiyanx. Thus scooch, thou soul, at sorrow’s cross (‘&) dine with rue
in quiet gross. The feast is grief, the cup
is loss—the final griel of @REMORRSE.
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(STEP THOU IN, WHERE UMBRA BIDE.)
The ghost of crime, the weight of dread.
A soul-lit musters in warmth, ardent and soft, for: @olufeng. Thus scooch, thou soul, at sorrow’s cross (‘&) dine with rue
in quiet gross. The feast is grief, the cup
is loss—the final griel of @REMORRSE.
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(STEP THOU IN, WHERE UMBRA BIDE.)
The ghost of crime, the weight of dread.
A soul-lit musters in warmth, ardent and soft, for: @yinrana. Thus scooch, thou soul, at sorrow’s cross (‘&) dine with rue
in quiet gross. The feast is grief, the cup
is loss—the final griel of @REMORRSE.
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(STEP THOU IN, WHERE UMBRA BIDE.)
The ghost of crime, the weight of dread.
A soul-lit musters in warmth, ardent and soft, for: @seunghyunq. Thus scooch, thou soul, at sorrow’s cross (‘&) dine with rue in quiet gross. The feast is grief, the cup is loss—the final griel of @REMORRSE.
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(STEP THOU IN, WHERE UMBRA BIDE.)
The ghost of crime, the weight of dread.
A soul-lit musters in warmth, ardent and soft, for: @isaacb. Thus scooch, thou soul, at sorrow’s cross (‘&) dine with rue
in quiet gross. The feast is grief, the cup
is loss—the final griel of @REMORRSE.
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