Okay... Okay. Stop... Okay... Nice... Stop. Nice... Okay.

Even if I need to be crucified again... and again... and again... I'm going to find you... and... when I do... we're going to be so happy together. This wait, as excruciating it may be is nothing in comparison to what I would go through for you in the age of swords to where death was not instant as a gun

To where mercy did not exist, and even now knowing what happens in blinding lights and staggering darkness... It's like we're still there; except now it's the children that are suffering the more; and that was never my intent as the sacrifice becomes misunderstood by distortionist wanting to further hold onto what was never theirs to be held.

Hell however; may it come sooner than later.

₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚.

Taste the angel, you'll face the dangers of a GOD in anger. The one who was lost and now found. Consider your caps as crowns and your lies and truth.

No reproof the proof sits on the roof tops of cathedrals and in the hands of the wicked hiding amongst the rest of the flock. A book for thought to judge its cover without viewing what is under. Thunder strikes and sets a fire to the earth with sound alone. Cross me, cross me, cross me, judgement comes in the form of a heartbeat. The wind will no longer sweep you off your feet for your er of evil deeds. Pray you I to be understood as metal sheets cut the weak if that is what your mind perceived then you are not the key. I hope you fucking burn.

"Cut my wings."

Run from me, hide, because once we find you you will wish existence really was but a dream. An illusion you won't be able to break, a projection you won't be able to redirect, your bellies knowing fullness will know bitterness and fire very well but without water. Sand will eat you up and not quickly. If quickly then like the variety of paper to what is done to shred the hands of flesh and all the breathes you take will be another regret to what you've had and will never be in possession of a more. Call a friend, still play pretend like little kids you eat like witch. Burn your stake upon the lively screams of the virtue stolen forced in place to pose as your fall. Bone will break and still you'll have to scrape your body towards the stairs of helheim until the time to die again. The temptation cold that it burns terribly you wish you could feel your body freezing.

For now... just breathe in... while it last... you should know what you're going to miss as you you never know what you have till it's... ムの刀乇

I am OKAY.

Because... I love you.