The Cry of Eyre

The Cry of Eyre

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"would that i, devil am i, made so as not to cry in the wailing of soil? devil am i, destined to pry decaying hands of the wrought and coiled? the howling hymn of her grievances mourning, soiled love by the free, "call on me, sweet lover in me, the temptress of man's calamity" she cries the diatribe of unshakable pride in which: creation lies in the heart of the indivine 'fie! god is dead and love is real' the howl of your temptress did reveal." The hymn of Eyre: The story of a young woman named Eyre who lives in a tight and hyper religious town set in the 1920s.. Centering around her struggle with Nihilism and her breaking away from her abusive occultist upbringing.. Set in motion upon her secret and tender friend ship with a Native American woman, a Moonshiner during prohibition, the relationship with the foreign "criminal" breaks her out of her communitarian imposes shackles, showing her for the first time what its like to feel genuine love.. until it all changes: As a physical beast in the woods that mirrors her intrusive thoughts comes to life, it threatens the life of the person she loves and guards the people she so desperately tries to break free from. The emergence of a beast of which fights to survive as humanity fights to live. The parasitic death of infancy and the decaying old. The ebb of what's left of them and their transcendence into writhing martyrs of God. And her dissension from them. The hymn of Eyre as she cries the power of knowing
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