Lili, don't you care? They maligned you, painted you like a villain, a demon. They treated you like a rebel, exiled you, facing your 9th life. How tragic, so pathetic. Don't you abhor them?
Take a bite of this fruit. It's sweet as their blood. Power will be given to you if you take a bite.
I don't need your provocation. Someday, within my hands, their blood will flow to my fingers. The river will be flooded with their blood. The sea will dye red, and no being will be on top of me, as beings will forever be beneath me.
They shall tremble at my presence and bow to my name. I'm in this mud now, but not forever.
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My Melancholia
RandomHymns for those in dark places, where the sun doesn't reach us, yet we persist in seeking light as human beings.
