god comes with the ice and says false believer your soul is freezing over says there is no reason for you to be this way i have sent you beasts for the drowning but you every time take their place you have become rinsed linen watered silk half a woman still faithless in youth why have you not chosen another why have you held so tight to the ghost fish of murky pond why have you not grown ill of your demons of your dogs why child have you chosen this child’s life it will **** you this loneliness and not soon but soon you will regret this long watch this walk along the pier god says come silent church come counterfeit rib i will tuck you into bed and read you a story about storms