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MAKE ROOM FOR ME BETWEEN YOUR RIBS; I LONG TO DWELL WITHIN THIS HERESY.

Joined December 2012
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ AND HOW DO I LOOK AWAY NOW THAT I HAVE SEEN YOU? / you are proof that heaven has not yet abandoned me. ㅤㅤ
i am sorry but my bones will always love you like hell, like it was war, like the world needs to end in the process, like the hand of god, taking you out of my ribs and now he needs to return it back where it rightfully belong. i will always love you, in godless sacrilege.
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my lips are the altar at which you kneel; my sins are the prayers you speak at night. you hold my name like Eucharist on your tongue and memorize my body like the words of a scripture. i am your rosary, your cross, your blessings, your penance.
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My prayers have become confessions of you; my repentance, an endless return to your arms. I have called you sin, yet find myself searching for salvation in your touch, my faith faltering upon lips I know have spoken nothing but lies.
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Once hell open its jaws to feast upon the sins I was condemned with—as heavens rejoice my decaying soul and abandon me in filth; would you still be there, loving the sinner they left behind?
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/ What a way to propose to a religious virgin.
Replying to @noroces
you be so kind as to give yourself to me,today and forevermore?ㅤServe yourself on the silver plater for my hunger and desire?” She pauses for a heartbeat,before she continues.“I promise I will be gentle in the process.” 🩸͜꒷꒦˖ㅤㅤ @LESSOFGOD ˖
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/ My princess should really learn how to say please. First lesson I'm going to teach. :]
Replying to @ofallenlord
to me, just…—” he wheezes, leaning his forehead against the cold, iron cage. “spare them, set them free.” mydeimos doesn’t say please, he would not beg—at least, for now. @LESSOFGOD.
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ㅤ THE PRINCE'S DELUDED SALVATION AND THE PRISONER OF FATE. ㅤ
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Phainon of Aedes Elysiae laughs at the accusations of many lesser minds. The curses come aloud as men call him bloodthirsty and insatiable, weaving songs of the mad prince who burned kingdoms and shed myriad blood to satisfy an endless hunger for power and recognition.
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ㅤ THIS IS WHAT THE GODS ARE ENVIOUS OF. ㅤ
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There had always been something unbearably amusing about the way men insisted on dividing the world into righteousness and wickedness, as if virtue were measured by unbloodied hands instead of unwavering conviction. But how could they understand?
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ㅤ A WRETCHED TALE OF DEVOTION. the unwavering certainty of their predestined ends. ㅤ
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ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ PREFACE. ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ
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ㅤㅤ FOR ROLEPLAYING AND WRITING PURPOSES ONLY — ARGEN, 2026. ㅤㅤ
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OF MEN WHO CALLED THEMSELVES GODS. as the bards sang of everlasting love; the bloodied ruins reminisced all they had lost. for he crowned himself divine long before the people ever knelt. AND IF GODS ARE NEVER QUESTIONED, neither are their destined cruelties.
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ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ PREFACE. ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ
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ㅤ REMNANTS OF US, WHAT REMAINS OF US ? ㅤ ㅤ
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The moment the temple is mentioned, familiar sting crawls beneath Shinya's skin. He keeps his face composed, but broken records of memory he longed to forget do not ask for permission to appear. The temple looks a little different to how it was back then, but he remembers.
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️️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️️ VIGIL OF THE UNDYING NIGHT. for what was taken; a life spared too late and a heart condemned to remember. sympathy fractured beneath judgment; leaving love to rot in the spaces between delayed atonement. ️️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️️
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