The turtle shaman speaks slowly and explains. Smoke-like fog swirls around.
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A wise old turtle shaman, adorned with mystical tribal markings and feathers, sits cross-legged on a moss-covered ancient stone. Behind him, a serene, ethereal forest glows with soft, bioluminescent flora. The atmosphere is tranquil, with gentle mist swirling around his feet. Style inspired by hyperrealistic ...
AI kills like misused pill
You're held by the hands of a man made
thrill
Inside it all lies blood and gore
Splattered across your bedroom floor
You know it's wrong,
But who's there to stop you?
It's easy it's fun!
Until you're the one holding the gun
Your head kisses metal
Like a thorn to a petal
The machine is quiet
So is your exit
AI bends
For something else to end
Images contorted
Into something so unusual
End AI usage for something so brutal
AI kills like a rat in a trap
The never ending cycle
The Ouroboros of your mind
You're the left hand
Of a bright man's dream
End the decay,
The rot,
The praise.
Start a new day,
Think for yourself
Dust off your dreams
High on that shelf
Put them to use
Don't look at the noose
Ever again
The pencil's your friend.
END AI PICTURE SLOP, AI ART ISN'T REAL ART, AI KILLS ARTISTS.