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    Horror-themed a photo of the full body of a personification of a mole animal with a lot of magnification in its huge transparent glasses, showing to the visor enormous eyes. . Eerie, unsettling, dark, spooky, suspenseful, grim, highly detailed
    iphone photo of a doctor smiling and toasting with the patient which is laying out in the bed. large depth of field, deep depth of field, highly detailed
    A hyperrealistic painting of a sad ex-soldier on a wheelchair, dressed in his soldier uniform, with the bend down, in a garage sale with a lot of clothes on the garden, selling his stuff.
    There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to Heaven
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to Heaven
There's a sign on the wall, but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, makes me wonder
There's a feeling I get when I look to the West
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, really makes me wonder
And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter
Oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the May queen
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on
And it makes me wonder
Ohh, whoa
Your head is humming, and it won't go, in case you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow? And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one, and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll
And she's buying a stairway to Heaven
    Cinematic photo of a couple of in love zombies. He has in his hands his real bleeding heart to her. Apocalypse and destruction background. 35mm photograph, film, bokeh, professional, 4k, highly detailed.
    Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow --
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand --
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep -- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
    It was many and many a year ago,
   In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
   By the name of ANNABEL LEE;--
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
   Than to love and be loved by me.
She was a child and I was a child,
   In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love--
   I and my Annabel Lee--
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
   Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
   In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
   Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsman came
   And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
   In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
   Went envying her and me:--
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
   In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling
   And killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
   Of those who were older than we--
   Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
   Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:--
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
   In her sepulchre there by the sea--
   In her tomb by the side of the sea.
    A professional photograph of a humanoid with pieces of its face torn apart. 8k, 4k, ultrarealistic, realistic, natural skin, textured skin, hd
    Hush, little baby, don't you cry
You know your mama was born to die
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
River of Jordan is muddy and cold
Well, it chills the body, but not the soul
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
I've got a little book with pages three
And every page spells, "Liberty"
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
Too late, my brothers
Too late, but never mind
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
If living were a thing that money could buy
You know the rich would live and the poor would die
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
There grows a tree in Paradise
And the pilgrims call it the Tree of Life
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
Too late, my brothers
Too late, but never mind
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
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    I.
               HEAR the sledges with the bells --
                     Silver bells !
What a world of merriment their melody foretells !
           How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
                 In the icy air of night !
           While the stars that oversprinkle
           All the heavens, seem to twinkle
                 With a crystalline delight ;
              Keeping time, time, time,
              In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
      From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
                     Bells, bells, bells --
   From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
                                 II.
               Hear the mellow wedding bells
                     Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells !
           Through the balmy air of night
           How they ring out their delight !
                 From the molten-golden notes,
                     And all in tune,
                 What a liquid ditty floats
      To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
                     On the moon !
             Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells !
                     How it swells !
                     How it dwells
                 On the Future ! how it tells
                 Of the rapture that impels
             To the swinging and the ringing
                 Of the bells, bells, bells,
      Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
                     Bells, bells, bells --
   To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells !
                                 III.
               Hear the loud alarum bells --
                         Brazen bells !
What tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells !
           In the startled ear of night
           How they scream out their affright !
               Too much horrified to speak,
               They can only shriek, shriek,
                          Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
                  Leaping higher, higher, higher,
                  With a desperate desire,
               And a resolute endeavor
               Now -- now to sit or never,
           By the side of the pale-faced moon.
                  Oh, the bells, bells, bells !
                  What a tale their terror tells
                         Of Despair !
        How they clang, and clash, and roar !
        What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air !
           Yet the ear, it fully knows,
                 By the twanging,
                 And the clanging,
            How the danger ebbs and flows ;
        Yet, the ear distinctly tells,
              In the jangling,
              And the wrangling,
        How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells --
                  Of the bells --
      Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
              Bells, bells, bells --
   In the clamour and the clangour of the bells !
                                 IV.
               Hear the tolling of the bells --
                     Iron bells !
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels !
        In the silence of the night,
        How we shiver with affright
    At the melancholy meaning of their tone !
            For every sound that floats
            From the rust within their throats
                    Is a groan.
            And the people -- ah, the people --
            They that dwell up in the steeple,
                    All alone,
            And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
                In that muffled monotone,
            Feel a glory in so rolling
                On the human heart a stone --
        They are neither man nor woman --
        They are neither brute nor human --
                    They are Ghouls: --
            And their king it is who tolls ;
            And he rolls, rolls, rolls, rolls,
                     Rolls
                A pan from the bells !
            And his merry bosom swells
                With the pan of the bells !
            And he dances, and he yells ;
        Keeping time, time, time,
        In a sort of Runic rhyme,
                To the pan of the bells --
                     Of the bells :
        Keeping time, time, time,
        In a sort of Runic rhyme,
                To the throbbing of the bells --
            Of the bells, bells, bells --
                To the sobbing of the bells ;
        Keeping time, time, time,
            As he knells, knells, knells,
        In a happy Runic rhyme,
                To the rolling of the bells --
            Of the bells, bells, bells --
                To the tolling of the bells,
      Of the bells, bells, bells, bells --
                     Bells, bells, bells --
   To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
    Horror-themed a few very cute ghosts flying on an enchanted house . Eerie, unsettling, dark, spooky, suspenseful, grim, highly detailed
    Portrait of a fierce, angry, rustic, screaming cowboy holding a megaphone in a duel. Close up, film grain, 8k, hd, motion blur:1.5.
    Horror-themed a photo of the full body of a personification of a mole animal with a lot of magnification in its huge transparent glasses, showing to the visor enormous eyes. . Eerie, unsettling, dark, spooky, suspenseful, grim, highly detailed
    A sheep wearing a sheep jacket
    Horror-themed Two zombie hands forming a heart. In the background, a couple of in love zombies. 35mm photograph, film, professional, 4k, highly detailed. . Eerie, unsettling, dark, spooky, suspenseful, grim, highly detailed
    If my man was fighting
Some unholy war
I would be behind him
Straight shook up beside him
With strength he didn't know
It's you I'm fighting for
He can't lose with me in tow
I refuse to let him go
At his side and drunk on pride
We wait for the blow
We put it in writing
But who you writing for
Just us on kitchen floor
Justice done,
Reciting my stomach standing still
Like you're reading my will
He still stands in spite of what his scars say
And I'll battle 'til this bitter finale
Just me, my dignity and this guitar case
Yes my man is fighting some unholy war
And I will stand beside you
And who you dying for
B - I would have died too
I'd have liked too
If my man was fighting
Some unholy war
If my man was fighting
    Photo of Roman soldiers playing poker with several stacks of . Extremely high-resolution details, photographic, realism pushed to extreme, fine texture, incredibly lifelike, cinematic, 35mm film, 35mm photography, film, photo realism, DSLR, 8k, hr, hdr, ultra-detailed, high quality, high contrast, film grain, high speed blur
    cinematic photo a personification of a fat elephant dressed in sport clothes. Sweating, exhausted, and running in the park. . 35mm photograph, film, bokeh, professional, 4k, highly detailed
    A frog wearing a pink tutu and pointe shoes doing a grand jete. Film grain, 8k, hd.
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