I never do art anymore and I don't think I've posted here in a couple years, but I really love Freight by pyknicGinger (swordsmans) which a post apocalyptic AU
This would be sometime after The Montana Mission and I'd like to believe everyone lived after since we'll never know lmao
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me barely conscious at 4am drawing like this position is anything except detrimental
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me growing my hair out very long like i want while also battling dysphoria like
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this literally feels so fucking overdone and so like... Uh. what's the word? It's like pretentious but it's not that idk but ive been sitting on it for like a year so i might as well post it
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You sure are a piece of work alright
But you aint no piece of art
You’re ugly to look at
Painted with mud
You give me no joy or intrigue when I see you strung up
You just make me want to burn the whole thing down
You think you’re so holy
But you’re just a false prophet selling hope to the hopeless
They’ll still be hopeless because you just want a profit
Your brush strokes are lazy and erratic
I find beauty in that kind of thing
But with you it just makes me nauseous
There’s gold leaf on your robes
But they should have saved the money
It makes you gaudy and twisted
Then again it’s easy to buy beauty when you have more than enough money
I can almost see the horns on your head
Now I know why looking at you gives me dread
There’s spiders in your corners and thorns on your frame
You came into creation and really expected fame
Maybe people followed your colors in the beginning
But I’d strangle myself with a rosary before I ever joined your false rainbow atrocity
Eventually they’ll see through your high gloss finish
They’ll see their reflections and look at what you did them
And they’ll see that your canvas is made out of skin
What’s it again?
Demanding a pound of flesh?
You’d demand it from the tired and downtrodden
Pass the velvet bottom dish around for blood
Put it in a jar and paint with human hair
When I’m in your presence I feel like I’m living in sin
The devil in disguise
I thought you were supposed to be the vessel for forgiven sin
You chose eternal damnation instead
You haunt the hallowed halls of every home you’re brought into
I cast you out of mine
The canvas that is you splits open
Filled with guts and blood
Your nature is cannibalistic
Feeding on the unlucky ones
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