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AND HOW DO I LOOK AWAY NOW THAT I HAVE SEEN YOU? / you are proof that heaven has not yet abandoned me.
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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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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?
/ 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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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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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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