black reaper

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child,

you who hath came from a burnt womb,

you who hath imprinted sin upon others,

you who hath stained your mother's throat,

you who hath inflicted death.


help me. 


son,

you are no longer wanted inside the gates of light,

for you hath casted yourself into eternal damnation,

where your sins will rot along with your attempts for salvation.

you are not loved.


who will save you now?


one who bears the scythe,

sharpening with half-lidded eyes,

he swings the blade to and fro.


his tattered mantle danced with the devil's gaze,

his beloved watching from above,

listening and waiting.


you don't belong here.


he who cries for the sharp-tongued,

he who grits his teeth in anger,

he who brings tragedy upon himself,

are not desired

within the boundaries of the holy kingdom.


save me. 



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