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God’s favourite child cowers, in fear of humanity. Envy bears its cruel fangs; Hate joins him. Piercing crown, sewn with thorns. Beauty and Grace cannot defend, they observe silently as a golden tear slithers from a glittering eye. He did not plead, silence bled from his mouth. Divine beauty wracked by shivers, yet he still shone too bright for those trying to claw out the light no façade of calm an innocent doe ivory turned crimson, made them seem ugly He told his Father, “Forgive them,” but they knew what they were doing.
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Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 10:38 AM UTC
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God’s favourite child cowers, in fear of humanity. Envy bears its cruel fangs; Hate joins him. Piercing crown, sewn with thorns. Beauty and Grace cannot defend, they observe silently as a golden tear slithers from a glittering eye. He did not plead, silence bled from his mouth. Divine beauty wracked by shivers, yet he still shone too bright for those trying to claw out the light no façade of calm an innocent doe ivory turned crimson, made them seem ugly He told his Father, “Forgive them,” but they knew what they were doing.
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Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 10:38 AM UTC
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