"You're trading me in for a ghost?" khatoon hazara ||| 8:08pm, wed. 3.27.19

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"You're trading me in for a ghost?" khatoon hazara ||| 8:08pm, wed. 3.27.19

I can hardly see the shadows that dot your i's and cross your t's

For I have my own bloodbath I tend to

Milk curdles at the sight of both our oblivious minds'

She bends and sways to its' flames, the whispers drawing closer and closer until her head severs itself clean from her body and drops below her waist with a dull noise

She was never meant to hold such power and now; she has paid her dues

How welcomed she is in the arms of the Darkest of Lords, but oh; dear god

Satan, however powerful and however fearsome, shan't ever be feared for he, he is a trifler

God never meant for him to be a Lord, but in a way; and in the most twisted, charred and marred sense of the word, isn't he?

Isn't he whom she is meant to meet

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