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Diary of a Broken Soul: XVIII The Moon
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Diary of a Broken Soul. Shadowplay by The Killers. In a room without a window in the corner I found truth. Here is the map to Jahanam, I'll show you how to get there. Look for the moonlight when it gets too dark to see. First find the dark waters of your soul and sink to the depths below. Look for the Naga Fish for they are the guides that will take you to the place of eternal twilight. That route closes when you emerge from the lake. You will be shown the exit when the time comes for you to leave. And i...
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Esoteric Art and Divination. Featuring the Artwork of Ari Bach. Esoteric Artist Jade Ashcroft. Oil paint (sometimes Acrylic). FreeTarotReading.Us has moved to Tarotica.com. The new website is, like its sister site, fully mobile-ready! The old domain will still be around to direct visitors to the new home page. Ink on flesh (tattoos). Diary of a Broken Soul. Prophets of the Rose. Paint on canvas or board. AidoWedo.com presents the works of artists featured on Tarotsmith.
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Prophets of the Thorn: IX Prophet of Inquiring Minds
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Prophets of the Thorn. One night they came to me looking for the beast, the Prophets of the Rose. They have come to slay the beast and the beast was here all along. Sunday, November 9, 2008. IX Prophet of Inquiring Minds. 09 Prophet of Inquiring Minds. See when there is a gathering of this sort, there is bound to be drama and I for one dislike drama with a passion. All the bickering and pettiness makes my head ache; I just can't stand it. I turned around and ran for he was crazier than the rest of them&#...
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Prophets of the Thorn: XIII Prophet of Death
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Prophets of the Thorn. One night they came to me looking for the beast, the Prophets of the Rose. They have come to slay the beast and the beast was here all along. Sunday, November 9, 2008. XIII Prophet of Death. The jester weeps for the dearly departed; rivers of ink stains his cheeks as he ferries us home for we look upon his face with terror; his hedious mask strikes fear into our hearts. Yet somehow along the way I must have forgotten my promise to him; I think I forgot my purpose for coming here.
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Prophets of the Thorn: II
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Prophets of the Thorn. One night they came to me looking for the beast, the Prophets of the Rose. They have come to slay the beast and the beast was here all along. Sunday, November 9, 2008. Diary of a Broken Soul. Prophets of the Rose.
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Prophets of the Thorn: III*
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Prophets of the Thorn. One night they came to me looking for the beast, the Prophets of the Rose. They have come to slay the beast and the beast was here all along. Sunday, November 9, 2008. Diary of a Broken Soul. Prophets of the Rose.
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Prophets of the Thorn: XV
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Prophets of the Thorn. One night they came to me looking for the beast, the Prophets of the Rose. They have come to slay the beast and the beast was here all along. Sunday, November 9, 2008. Diary of a Broken Soul. Prophets of the Rose.
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Prophets of the Thorn: XIX
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Prophets of the Thorn. One night they came to me looking for the beast, the Prophets of the Rose. They have come to slay the beast and the beast was here all along. Sunday, November 9, 2008. Diary of a Broken Soul. Prophets of the Rose.
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Diary of a Broken Soul: XIV Temperence
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Diary of a Broken Soul. Shadowplay by The Killers. In a room without a window in the corner I found truth. Her name is Temperence. Like those before her, she serves as the bridge between extremes. Her name means moderation; she is the wick that fuels the flame above with liquid wax below. Too long a wick and the flame drains out the wax all too soon; too short a wick and the flame dies out. It is not easy finding balance along the edge; equilibrium is harder to maintain than it is to obtain.