O' goddess, she.
Glowing with a porcelain aura of cancer, her bleeding palms are pressed against the grass and dirt. A piercing crack echos through the air as her vertebrae is hammered to chalk. The razor wire of human history tied to her ankles; the insurmountable weight which she drags for the world. Lovely fingers upon the black earth, the worms writhe with grief. A dew of perfume beads on the leaves, her blood, her sweat.
She speaks.
To me, yearn to me! Die unto me and thy death shall be my nectar. Bleed, weep, lament your existence; I will drink in the bliss of your anguish. Each wound, a pearl of my ecstasy. Each tear, the honey of my loins. The ash of your bones powdered on my cheeks, and the ruin of mankind- the crown which adorns my head.
Man's throat is slit.
Body given to nature.
Glowing with a porcelain aura of cancer, her bleeding palms are pressed against the grass and dirt. A piercing crack echos through the air as her vertebrae is hammered to chalk. The razor wire of human history tied to her ankles; the insurmountable weight which she drags for the world. Lovely fingers upon the black earth, the worms writhe with grief. A dew of perfume beads on the leaves, her blood, her sweat.
She speaks.
To me, yearn to me! Die unto me and thy death shall be my nectar. Bleed, weep, lament your existence; I will drink in the bliss of your anguish. Each wound, a pearl of my ecstasy. Each tear, the honey of my loins. The ash of your bones powdered on my cheeks, and the ruin of mankind- the crown which adorns my head.
Man's throat is slit.
Body given to nature.
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