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Bruno Baschiri #FRPW #anarchy #cannabis #freedom

Bruno Baschiri #FRPW #anarchy #cannabis #freedom

Model: Stable Diffusion XL 1.0 (1024)

Prompt:

"A gore-themed image, with a gruesome atmosphere. The setting should be filled with gruesome imag...Show more

Negative prompt:

lowres, error, cropped, worst quality, low quality, jpeg artifacts, out of frame, watermark, sign...Show more
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 866470734
Sampler: Euler A

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Prompt: Prologue

Sing an ode to the seasons turn
A trail of bloodlust fervor
And dance to the tune of night
Where the rivers speak of red summers

Here’s an ode to the dying words
Forgotten now through time
A prophecy, an elegy
Must now in darkness climb

And here’s an ode to the riddle of doors
Near the mountainside
Where fear fulfilled, blood was spilled
And wash our dark collide

Here’s an ode to worlds of glass
Beyond the fractures deep
The righteous there are waiting
To wake again from sleep

And now an ode to all once lost
To hearts ready to break
Behold, your love is sleeping
In time, all things will wake

Here’s an ode to silent tears
All who in darkness died
The morning dawns a new hope
To rise when worlds collide

Last an ode to brokenness 
And scars buried deep
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