Literal Trash

This is your fate, Cassandra, You, who are cloaked in mystery: To be a god that knows fear, To live begging for believers

You will call out to them, But they will be deaf to you You will stand before them, And they will not see you

This is your destiny, Cassandra To have only hidden altars, For your only song to be silence, To dwell in the deepest darkness

You are for the doubtful and uncertain, Those who search and do not find, At the mercy of your prophet, A mere child, who chose you

This is your lament, Cassandra, To weep and to rage, For your greatest mystery is to never know Whether today you live or die

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I feel insane about Cassandra and Kristen if you can't tell. The name! the mystery of religion! the conflict of belief!! the hard sell!!! I lay in bed and started writing in verse!! I don't write in verse!!!

But I did grow up with a lot of latin and catholic liturgy so that's probably where the structure comes from? bec i do not remember any classics despite having majored in liberal arts. (my classics professor sucked)