Prompt: A lamentation for Egypt's fall
The nation's pride, now brought so small
A mighty dragon, once stood tall
Now lay defeated, doomed to fall
The king and his people, all laid low
Their power and glory, now just a show
Death has come, and taken its blow
Their future, uncertain, none can know
Oh, let us not be prideful too
For what happened to Egypt, can happen to you
May we seek righteousness, and stay true
Lest we face the same fate, anew.
Prompt: The Lord looked down, with eyes of love
On Israel, who had gone astray like a dove
He had called them, out of Egypt's land
And had led them, with his mighty hand
But they had turned, to idols of stone
And their hearts, were hard like a bone
They had forgotten, the Lord's great love
And had turned from him, like a lost dove
The Lord said, "How can I give you up?
My heart is torn, like a broken cup
My compassion, for you cannot cease
For you are mine, and I am your peace"
The Lord warned, of judgment to come
For Israel, who had become
Like a wayward son, who would not obey
And had turned from the Lord, day by day
The Lord said, "I will discipline you
For your sins, and your heart that's untrue
But I will not forget, my covenant of old
For my love for you, will never grow cold"
But even still, the Lord showed grace
To those who turned, and sought his face
He said, "Return to me, and I will heal
Your sins, and your wounds, I will seal"
So let us learn, from Israel's fate
And turn to God, before it's too late
For though we stray, and turn away
He'll always welcome us, back to his way.
Prompt: Hear this word, Amos proclaimed
Of God's judgment, and his holy name
Against Israel, who had turned away
From God's ways, and led themselves astray
"Seek me and live," God's voice did call
"Turn from your sin, and follow my law
For justice will flow, like a mighty stream
But those who refuse, will face my scheme"
Seek the Lord, and live, Amos cried
For those who repent, will not be denied
But woe to those, who despise his name
And reject his love, for worldly fame
"Seek good, and not evil," Amos declared
"And love your neighbor, with a heart that's bared
For God desires, a heart that's true
And those who follow, will see him anew"
God's judgment, is a call to repent
For those who sin, and refuse to relent
A reminder of his mercy and love
To turn from sin, and seek him above
And so, Amos spoke, with truth and might
Of God's judgment, and his guiding light
A warning to all, to heed his voice
And in his love, to make the right choice.
Prompt: In ancient times, a prophet named Jonah
Received a command from God, a persona
"Go to Nineveh," the Lord said to him
"And preach repentance to every single sin"
But Jonah, he did not want to go
To that city full of wickedness and woe
So he fled from God's presence, far away
On a ship to Tarshish, he sailed astray
But God sent a storm, mighty and strong
That threatened to sink the ship before long
The sailors were scared and called out to their gods
While Jonah slept soundly, ignoring the odds
The captain woke him up with a start
And asked him to pray to his God with all his heart
But Jonah knew the storm was all his fault
For running away from God's holy vault
So he told the sailors to throw him overboard
And into the sea, he was quickly poured
The storm calmed down, and the sailors were amazed
By the power of God, who they now praised
As for Jonah, he was swallowed by a whale
For three long days, he was trapped in its tail
But God had a plan for his stubborn prophet
To preach to Nineveh, he would finally submit.
Prompt: The Lord has a case against His people,
And He calls them to court, as the steeple.
He asks, "What have I done to you?
That you've turned away, and your ways pursue?"
He reminds them of His faithfulness,
And how He's been there, through all their mess.
He's shown them mercy, and kindness too,
But they've forgotten, and their hearts grew cold, anew.
The Lord doesn't want sacrifices or gold,
But justice, mercy, and humility to behold.
He wants them to do what is right and just,
To love mercy, and in His ways to trust.
Though they've strayed, there's still a chance,
To return to the Lord, and in Him, to advance.
For He is gracious, and He is kind,
And His love and mercy, are always in line.
So let us listen to His voice,
And in His ways, let us all rejoice.
For He will guide us, and show us the way,
And in His love, we'll find our stay.
Prompt: Street scene after the thunderstorm, damaged vintage cars buried under trees, in the rain, flood, splashing water drops, by Jean-Baptiste Monge, Ivan Bilibin, Albert Bierstadt, Reza Badrossama, watercolor ink, pencil sketch, splash art, intricate details, fantasy, beautiful, oil on canvas, award winning, imperial colours, fantastic view, radient colours, very attractive, crisp quality
Prompt: Purple skies at dusk,
Fire in the air,
Smoke on the water,
A scene so rare.
Guitars start to play,
A rhythm in my heart,
Memories flood my mind,
A masterpiece from the start.
The notes are haunting,
The melody sublime,
Smoke on the water,
A song for all time.
The music takes me away,
To a place I've never been,
Smoke on the water,
A timeless win.
Prompt: Colorful Zentangle art style, child wandering into a magical cave, optical illusion, surreal, dynamic lighting, a masterpiece, elegant, detailed background.
(Original prompt and modifiers by mojunktion)
Prompt: Lady of the Lake, Ghostly, Full Body Length, Head-to-Toe, Standing By Water, Surrounded Lite Mist, Ancient Greek, Semi-Nude, Healthy, Strong, blue Eyes, Windswept pale blond Hair, Flowing Starry Cloak, Clear Gossamer Tunic, Clear Wrap-Skirt, Detailed Opal Torc, Detailed Rings, Fantasy Glade, Beautiful Flowers, Mystic Mushrooms, Evening time, Moon, Stars
Prompt: I cannot bring myself to speak his name,
The one who caused me so much pain,
He lurks in the shadows of my mind,
A constant reminder of what he left behind.
I try to move on, to let go of the fear,
But his presence lingers, always near,
I pray for strength to face my past,
To break free from his hold at last.
But until then, I'll keep him at bay,
And strive to live my life each day,
For though he tried to tear me down,
I refuse to let him wear the crown.
Prompt: Being walkers with the dawn and morning,
Walkers with the sun and morning,
We are not afraid of night,
Nor days of gloom,
Nor darkness–
Being walkers with the sun and morning.
Prompt: Near Clapham village, where fields began,
Saint Edward met a beggar man.
It was Christmas morning, the church bells tolled,
The old man trembled for the fierce cold.
Saint Edward cried, “It is monstrous sin
A beggar to lie in rags so thin!
An old gray-beard and the frost so keen:
I shall give him my fur-lined gaberdine.”
He stripped off his gaberdine of scarlet
And wrapped it round the aged varlet,
Who clutched at the folds with a muttered curse,
Quaking and chattering seven times worse.
Said Edward, “Sir, it would seem you freeze
Most bitter at your extremities.
Here are gloves and shoes and stockings also,
That warm upon your way you may go.”
The man took stocking and shoe and glove,
Blaspheming Christ our Saviour’s love,
Yet seemed to find but little relief,
Shaking and shivering like a leaf.
Said the saint again, “I have no great riches,
Yet take this tunic, take these breeches,
My shirt and my vest, take everything,
And give due thanks to Jesus the King.”
The saint stood naked upon the snow
Long miles from where he was lodged at Bowe,
Prompt: Full knee-deep lies the winter snow,
And the winter winds are wearily sighing:
Toll ye the church bell sad and slow,
And tread softly and speak low,
For the old year lies a-dying.
Old year you must not die;
You came to us so readily,
You lived with us so steadily,
Old year you shall not die.
He lieth still: he doth not move:
He will not see the dawn of day.
He hath no other life above.
He gave me a friend and a true truelove
And the New-year will take ‘em away.
Old year you must not go;
So long you have been with us,
Such joy as you have seen with us,
Old year, you shall not go.
He froth’d his bumpers to the brim;
A jollier year we shall not see.
But tho’ his eyes are waxing dim,
And tho’ his foes speak ill of him,
He was a friend to me.
Old year, you shall not die;
We did so laugh and cry with you,
I’ve half a mind to die with you,
Old year, if you must die.
He was full of joke and jest,
But all his merry quips are o’er.
To see him die across the waste
His son and heir doth ride post-haste,
But he’ll be dead before.
Every one for his own.
Prompt: I had been hungry all the years-
My noon had come, to dine-
I, trembling, drew the table near
And touched the curious wine.
'T was this on tables I had seen
When turning, hungry, lone,
I looked in windows, for the wealth
I could not hope to own.
I did not know the ample bread,
'T was so unlike the crumb
The birds and I had often shared
In Nature's dining-room.
The plenty hurt me, 't was so new,--
Myself felt ill and odd,
As berry of a mountain bush
Transplanted to the road.
Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The entering takes away.
Prompt: I taste a liquor never brewed,
From tankards scooped in pearl;
Not all the vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an alcohol!
Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.
When the landlord turn the drunken bee
Out of the foxglove's door,
When butterflies renounce their drams,
I shall but drink the more!
Till seraphs swing their snowy hats,
And saints to windows run,
To see the little tippler
Leaning against the sun!
Prompt: God gave a loaf to every bird,
But just a crumb to me;
I dare not eat it, though I starve,--
My poignant luxury
To own it, touch it, prove the feat
That made the pellet mine,--
Too happy in my sparrow chance
For ampler coveting.
It might be famine all around,
I could not miss an ear,
Such plenty smiles upon my board,
My garner shows so fair.
I wonder how the rich may feel,--
An Indiaman--an Earl?
I deem that I with but a crumb
Am sovereign of them all.
Prompt: If tolling bell I ask the cause.
'A soul has gone to God,'
I'm answered in a lonesome tone;
Is heaven then so sad?
That bells should joyful ring to tell
A soul had gone to heaven,
Would seem to me the proper way
A good news should be given.
Prompt: The rain to the wind said,
‘You push and I’ll pelt.’
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged–though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.
Prompt: He halted in the wind, and — what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
He stood there bringing March against his thought,
And yet too ready to believe the most.
“Oh, that’s the Paradise-in-bloom,” I said;
And truly it was fair enough for flowers
had we but in us to assume in march
Such white luxuriance of May for ours.
We stood a moment so in a strange world,
Myself as one his own pretense deceives;
And then I said the truth (and we moved on).
A young beech clinging to its last year’s leaves.
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
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Deep Dream
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