𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆. 𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛. 𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔.

ℎ𝑎𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑠.

𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑛, 𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛, 𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑔𝑜 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦, 𝑏𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑠, 𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑠, 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠, 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠, 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑠, 𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠, 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐, 𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝ℎ𝑦.

𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠.

𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒

𝑖 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑑

ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ɢᴏᴅ…

…ɪ’ᴍ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ

blessed be the daughters of Cain, bound to eternal suffering through the sins of their fathers committed long before their conception.

blessed be their whore mothers, tired and angry, waiting with bated breath in a ferry that will never move again.

𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑦

𝑖 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑…

…𝑎𝑚 𝑖 𝑛𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑?

𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙

𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢

𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒’𝑠 𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒…

ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒

𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑟𝑒

𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑦

𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠