Genetrice, born today with her brothers. The epitome of fascination, she breaths. In her breath life begins. Begins to thrive like plague. Soon it becomes beings blessed, to rancid souls. What has she done? Why did she do this? You see under her beauty she has scars, deep. Forced into her cover she tried to hide them. Guilt perhaps, who would care to ponder. I see deception. - LHC
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