JP Digital Art - Timeless Terrors

The well to hell

When the monks of the sacred shithead began digging a deep well in the backyard of their monastery, they could not imagine that there was an entrance to hell right beyond their feet. As they proceeded deeper and deeper towards the core of the earth, they heard sinister singing of billions of voices from the deep, leading them into the damnation of their very own existence. Eventually they jumped, one after another, into the raging depths, and were never seen again.

Their few remaining brothers on the surface gathered and started praying to save the souls of the lost ones, but in vain. The years went by, they never gave up praying, and slowly, subtly, they turned into lifeless stone.

The well to hell remains until today, and the sculptures of once living beings rest as a memorial around the entrance to eternal darkness. Sometimes, if you listen closely, you can hear their soft voices singing "Long hard road out of hell" by Marilyn Manson.

In my mind

We’re like mummies

Wrapped into death

Bound by death

Enclosed by death

Going nowhere

(excerpt from one of my short prose works, 2009)

Fear itself

"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself“.
But fear can be the most powerful entity in the universe.

Frozen in time, it will be awakened when the next careless space crew comes by, and it will devour Captain James T. Kirk before he can even utter "The fuck! Scotty, beam me up!"

Some say that aliens created human kind, human kind created god, and god created aliens. An eternal circle of paradoxy.

We are made by Darkness itself

Darkness the almighty

Darkness the absolute

Darkness the creator

(another excerpt from short prose work, 2009)

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