god of chaos,
of wind,
nemesis of all that is good,
I delight in your evils.
They say the descent into hell is easy,
yet I stumble on each step.
They say the darkness is suffocating;
I'm breathing fine.teach me.
protect me.
the horrors of the night
don't come after their own kind.

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Today, Love: An Anthology of Self
Şiirit's easier to define certain mysteries by what they are not