i suffered from their torment, sarah. i thought they had
killed me, and you had hid the body.
your callous and deriving words. your destructive
brothers, and a shattered hope - forgotten
and harassed by cynical devils that
fed on my flesh, tearing it to shreds. but you worshipped
them, and they plucked the feathers from my wings. They led me
to the garden path. they locked me in an empty cage.
the blood that once dyed the river red, hidden with the
fishes. and you will never know the truth.
