My hands still holding the hempen rope, my forehead dripping with sweat, my breathing going faster every time and my heart, what heart? The blood rushes to every corner of my body and I’m possessed.
I walk away, I walk in shame with guilt in my soul and bitterness on my lips. Forgiveness is all I long for. Forgive me father for I have sinned, I saw the beauty, the charm within the seven sisters who guide outcasts´ way and now, now I’m an
Outcast myself. Forgive me father for I have seen through the mist of the night a seductive silhouette and I have followed that voice that men often call revenge; I have seen the Vengeance Goddess, and fallen under her spell.
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woooow if that goddess made u write like this, i should go and meet her!!! thnks u amaze me and give me the willing to do more and more! lov u so !
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