𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘹 𝘮!𝘖𝘊

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And the sacrifice lays there, bound to the dirt from once it came. The angels in attendance sing, the choirs of heaven reverberating like ribs against a heartbeat. It was beneath that cold glow that the lamb decided that a god like this was not a god to love. For the first time since its story was told, it bit the hand that fed it. The lamb tasted its shepherd's blood and decided; this was the year to devour. It’d grown insatiable on the meal of scraps. And in its greed, it begs not our Father for forgiveness. What need is there for repentance when you’ve been starved? The lamb’s skin clings to its old bones, and you’ll find, hidden beneath its fur, a wolf doth lay. The first ever desire was that of hunger.

❝ 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 , Ethel Cain )

❝ Blessed be the children
Each and every one come to know their god through some senseless act of violence ❞

© divine-violence

March 24, 2024