AND SO WE FALL

AND SO WE FALL

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Fiona Apple's "Paper Bag" plants the seeds for the miserable relationship between a phony human and a god forgiven man to sprout, entangle, and suffocate each other in their never ending desires. This piece follows the lives of Shasi Tamu and Cyriak Lovell through numerous diary entries and interactions in which they deface the pages defining a goddess and her worshipper's relationship. Christianity rivals Dlanorism such as love rivals obsession. This is a work focusing on two ocs, one of mine and one of my friend Carrion's! Please go visit her Instagram, they draw beautifully and if you do not follow them immediately after reading this I will find you: @vichboyydrawz
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The things I knew that were once unethical, were bound to be saintly. The dreams I dreamt once upon a time, seemed to be an epitome of nightmares. The heart I thought I stole long ago, always belonged to someone else. The crimes I have committed all my life, became a handful of lessons that I ought to learn. The world I looked up to once, became a mortal enemy of mine. The family I thought would disown me, fought my battles for me. The life I never imagined I'd live, sadly it became a life I'd rather live than die. Lastly, the guilt I carried in me for the each and every second of my living, was a poison spreading and gradually banishing everything around me. Clearly, I was bounded by the past! Never have I imagined for the galaxy of guilt in me to steadily transform into a matter of great; Love. No, it wasn't for my dead sister, or for the woman I once claimed to love, or for my money-grubbing father, or even for the woman who was destined for me. Majestically, it was for Someone who I never ever thought it would be for; My Maker. Well, it's mind-blowing how the ugliest of matters bring out the most beautiful of articles! -Guilt is a gift from Allah, warning you that what you are doing is violating your soul.- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 22/12/2017, 7:15 pm. [All Rights Reserved, froward 2017]

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