♱゜╳ . ──── i asked him for it . . . For the blood , for the rust , for the sin .
❛ If you look into the eyes of a prophetess , you may witness
a world burning
and wild shadows dancing in fire ,
in mad mourning ,
in death .Look beneath the FEAR and see the frenzy ; soundless screams ,
bodies ablaze ,
wine mingled with blood .
Red on red in red . ❜❛ Look into those eyes ,
and you may then hear the hisses ,
the warnings . Or rather ,
the inevitable .
And you may scream with her . ❜╱ indie supernatural genderbent
lucifer anon . ' m ' for mature .▍╳ penned by erin ! ─── EST. 01.05.18
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░ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈 : ( 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝚈 𝙻𝙸𝙿𝚂 𝙸𝚂𝙽'𝚃 𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙴 )
Horror❛ there is war where her feet thread , a battleground spreads like disease as she continues to dance on grass once green . ❜