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she rules in deep shades of mystery and gains strength from the darkness confined inside. she weeps in secrecy, at the foot of mount hypocrisies at the fountain of sins and iniquity. she's not found but seek, as she comes and goes, master of light and slave to the weak. she hears and understands, but she never forgive, her grudges live on even after death. on a earth littered with ruins of hypocrites and vast wealth of catastrophe, her trust is only given to the minimal golden souls, dancing in moon dust.
in the wake of her name; arrogant gods cower and hid their faces behind masks of shapeshifters, forgetting their immortality and dig their graves underneath fig trees. at the sight of her face; monsters cry to the moon in repentance, seeking redemption, shielding themselves in the thick fog of the night, forgetting about their foolish pride. a goddess like her, offers wisdom to the humble, for humidity was the best gift given from humanity to the gods of eden. the saviour of the weak─ from the sun, moon and stars, a goddess like her had chosen to pity me.
─to the goddess who keeps my sanity in an equilibrium;
