Your sickening words
Are a bitter ambrosia.
Your compliments insult
As piercing as a dagger.
You make me bleed
Divine drops of gold.
You made me holy
To **** my mortality.
I am not ready to die
And be cursed by life.
I am unwilling to serve
Under your command.
I was willing to once,
But now I have learned.
I was a foolish mortal soul
Who was tricked by a god.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 8:19 PM UTC
Your sickening words
Are a bitter ambrosia.
Your compliments insult
As piercing as a dagger.
You make me bleed
Divine drops of gold.
You made me holy
To **** my mortality.
I am not ready to die
And be cursed by life.
I am unwilling to serve
Under your command.
I was willing to once,
But now I have learned.
I was a foolish mortal soul
Who was tricked by a god.
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