It’s been five months since your passing day. Since sinners from below and heavenly saints from above fought over your life, taking your delicate and peaceful soul for the land of the living, Your mother still weeps, and I spend my days restless. My nights are full of aimless thoughts, and thoughts of how I could have saved you. On how it should have been me. Why has God forsaken me? What have we done to upset thou and those above. What have we done for your life in return? Your life for a hoax to dawn upon us like lambs to the slaughter? I curse the gods for what they did to you my dear. For I will avenge your spirit so your soul can rest.
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Spiritual[[An old highschool English assignment]] A young family of 35, living in an era of the 1600's face a dreadful fate after their daughter of 8 years old, died. Iphigenia, having been ill of a mysterious disease with no cure, passed off as the flu, pas...
