I promised y'all yesterday that I would post some riddles, so here's my first

What is it that you can feel outside, hear inside, but only see when it's full of dust?

I've been wanting to do something like this for a while now.  Finally, I've got around to it

Thursting, waiting, I drank the sulphur feast.  Then silently...in an instant.  Your flesh becoming me and I was forlorn...

My grave rose to the west for centuries long forgotten, relentless as tahe hungry gates of the dawn and there, amidst the rubble of stones and early flesh, I laughed and served a sulphur feast.

Drunk with power, I stroke at the sun - engulfed fiery instant.  Gobbling, gobbling. I devour the stars:  The universe torn asunder.

Then as the dusk unrawelled the brittle of my bones: A stredded mould of obelisques groutesque, I strive beneath the essence derived from mortal men - Caught between two paralells of death.

Thursting, waiting, I sailed a sulphur sea of putrid furios flesh -  A parody of feasing fools, where prophets and madmen walk hand in hand...

Can you guess?

Finally!  The weekend to look forward to.  A BBQ, moshing and drinking.

So have you guys got any plans for the weekend?

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I'm running out of slogans to put in my banners.  Any imput or suggestions for some new ones would be greatly appreciated

The Troj