A beautiful cromulent of the (Blistered fields recourse, saturated mires, rivers of remorse, jagged mountain spires A pox upon the hills, scorch the open plain, suffer pestilence, bodies set to flame Ashen atmosphere, cancerous malady, toxicated drear, a plague of unreality Thorn entangled brush, desolation spurned, withered and the crushed, tearing, cut, and burned We strike to breech your mind, impaled to be alive, all thoughts entwined Triumph of a regicide, venerating mortified Paralyzing petrified, inquisition glorified Despoiling in a Legions wake, calling forth abominate Sacrifice to consumate, seeking to eviscerate Calling forth abominate, forced form, the Obliterate Portent is the open mind, conjurer of forgotten sign Last Seer to delve the mine, where guardians in towers bind We strike to breech your mind, impaled to be alive, all thoughts entwined:1.3), by (Ross Tran and Jean-Honore Fragonard:0.8), (abstract and dutch golden age:0.8), (painting:0.3) | Painting