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Suffer does the wolf, crawling to thee. Promising a big fire, any fire. Saying i’m the one, he’s gonna take me. I’m on fire, I’m on fire, I’m on fire. Suffering is nigh, drawing to me. Calling me the one, I’m the white light. Beautiful finite.

Even the iron still fears the rot. Hiding from something I cannot stop. Walking on shadows, I can’t lead him back. Buckled on the floor when night comes along. Daddy’s left and momma won’t come home.

You poor thing. Sweet, mourning lamb. There’s nothing you can do. It’s already been done. 

What fear a man like you brings upon a woman like me. Please, don’t look at me.. I can see it in your eyes, he keeps looking at me. Tell me, what have you done?

Stop, stop, make it stop.. I’ve had enough..

Blessed be the daughters of cain , bound to suffering eternal through the sins of their fathers committed long before their conception. Blessed be their whore mothers tired and angry , waiting with bated breath in a ferry that will never move again. Blessed be the children each and every one come to know their god through some senseless act of violence. Blessed be you, girl, promised to me by a man who can only feel hatred and contempt towards you.

I am no good nor evil, simply I am. And I have come to take what is mine. I was there in the dark when you spilled your first blood. I am here now, as you run from me still. Run then, child. You can’t hide from me forever. 

-ptolemaea.