She worships you. Your sinful indulgence and all. She laps up your grey blood and nourishes her flab on your staleness. On her weaknesses and confessions you elevate yourself. Higher. The altar cracks. She darts to heel your splinter but her limbs are broken under the collapse. Upset at her lack of agency and engrossed in prayer she drowns herself in her own tears unknowingly. In the end your ***** amassed. An unexpected end to a story of fatherly shepherding. See not every story has a Noah and his Arc, most end with the egotistical on the altar, and the saints martyred in the gutter. Sacrifice is still bloodshed.