Anonymous ID: 13baec Feb. 5, 2019, 2:42 a.m. No.5035346   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

Dead Neck. But truly, did it ever hang

Until some god cut loose a counterweight?

I've seen mainland men left dangling,

And not a soul has cared to pull their feet.

 

And not a soul has cared to pull their feet

They wildly buck-and-wind their day away

Until by night the sheer exertion's weight

Has broken through those chains like vertebrae

Anonymous ID: 13baec Feb. 5, 2019, 2:47 a.m. No.5035368   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>5382

Of all unnatural things, if that word can be used in any context, there is none more unnatural than silence, there is none so terrifying; for silence means more than itself, it means also immobility; it is the symbol and signature of death, and from it no one knows what may come in an instant; for silence is not quietness, it is the enemy of quietness; against it your watch must climb the tower and stare in vain; against it your picket must be set, and he will thrust a lance to the sound of his own pulses; he will challenge the beating of his own heart, and hear his own harness threatening him at a distance. โ€œ

Anonymous ID: 13baec Feb. 5, 2019, 2:50 a.m. No.5035380   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

โ€œIt was not on earth, nor in any planet, that the beginning of love came to these two, it was in the hell that they had fashioned for themselves in terror and lust and cruelty. For, as they sat among their demons, a seed germinated in the soul of one, the seed of knowledge that is the parent of love and the parent of every terrible and beautiful thing in the worlds and in the heavens. โ€œ

Anonymous ID: 13baec Feb. 5, 2019, 2:53 a.m. No.5035397   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

โ€œMan is a scientific creature; he labels his ignorance and shelves it: it bores him, but when he has given a name to any appearance then the mystery flies away, and reality alone remains for his cogitation. We have arranged to label faculties of imagination and prophesy among lesser creatures Instinct, and with this label we have thrown overboard more mystery than we could afford to live with. Later these may confront us again in our proper souls, and the wonder and terror so long overdue will compel our tardy obeisance. โ€œ

Anonymous ID: 13baec Feb. 5, 2019, 3:07 a.m. No.5035443   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

Gentle Jesus join my journey

When I lay me down to sleep.

I would gladly sleep forever

In your kind companionship.

 

Sweet Redeemer walk beside me

Guide my dreaming by your grace

Help my mind make pictures of you

Let my fingers feel your face.

 

Should I live to see the moment

When the convict sun is freed

Let me not forget your kindness

Let me not forget my need.

Anonymous ID: 13baec Feb. 5, 2019, 4:12 a.m. No.5035612   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

Liars and Traitors punishments, per Dante

 

Those who justify their actions, shills, are ninth circle bound.

 

Canto XXII

 

Corrupt politicians, who made money by trafficking in public offices (the political analogue of the simoniacs), are immersed in a lake of boiling pitch, which represents the sticky fingers and dark secrets of their corrupt deals.[81] They are guarded by demons called the Malebranche ("Evil Claws"), who tear them to pieces with claws and grappling hooks if they catch them above the surface of the pitch.

 

Canto XXVIII

 

Sowers of Discord: In the Ninth Bolgia, the Sowers of Discord are hacked and mutilated for all eternity by a large demon wielding a bloody sword; their bodies are divided as, in life, their sin was to tear apart what God had intended to be united;[92] these are the sinners who are "ready to rip up the whole fabric of society to gratify a sectional egotism".[93] The souls must drag their ruined bodies around the ditch, their wounds healing in the course of the circuit, only to have the demon tear them apart anew.

 

Canto XXXII

 

Here lie the Traitors to their Country: those who committed treason against political entities (parties, cities, or countries) have their heads above the ice, but they cannot bend their necks. Dante accidentally kicks the head of Bocca degli Abati, a traitorous Guelph of Florence, and then proceeds to treat him more savagely than any other soul he has thus far met.

Canto XXXIV

Judecca: the fourth division of Cocytus, named for Judas Iscariot, contains the Traitors to their Lords and benefactors. Upon entry into this round, Virgil says "Vexilla regis prodeunt inferni" ("The banners of the King of Hell draw closer").[103] Judecca is completely silent: all of the sinners are fully encapsulated in ice, distorted and twisted in every conceivable position.

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inferno_(Dante)