#zero one zero two

I used to make Christmas cakes with my daughters. We mixed in the magic. There are some thing you should not do alone.

You think you cannot bear so much loss, but you can, though you are reduced. Holes appear in your soul like a moth-eaten blanket. You throw it around your shoulders but it no longer keeps out the cold.

Fear begat hatred, hatred begat fear And the bastard offspring of these fiends were ravenous for Annihilation Ruin And we fed them