puellaperdita:

Once upon a bloodstained altar, bruised and scarred and bound in halters,
Over which there loomed above me eyeless masks all stained in gore,
While I writhed and while I buckled, suddenly there came a chuckle—
As if Hell itself were laughing, laughing at the pain I bore
Tis a fantasy, I figured, birthed from all the pain I bore—
Only this, and nothing more

Ah, distinctly I remember every breath of that December,
As I cried for my dead family on the rusted iron floor
How I prayed for Him to save me— dancing on the edge of blasph’my
‘Til I realized with a shudder what He had for me in store;
All the Hell and all the Horror that He had for me in store
Of His “love” I want no more

And no sooner had I chided and abandoned faith decided
And that any hand proffered be a hand that I’d reach for,
Did that giggle—soft repeating—synchronized to my heart beating
Fill my ears and mind with whispers that I couldn’t bear ignore—
Spider webs of silken sweetness that I couldn’t bear ignore:
“He’ll be with you nevermore.”

In a rush, my fears discarded; in a rush, my heart was hardened
“I assure you that His presence is a presence I deplore
Though the faithful are all heathens, they don’t often summon demons—
And yet here you stand before me and my life you will restore
Vengeance you will wreak me and my home you will restore
This I ask and nothing more.”

With tilted head and serpent smile, he met my eyes and gazed a while,
And through those glassy windows all my heart he did explore:
All my memories devoured, all my hopes and dreams he scoured
And he snickered as he murmured what I’d forgotten to implore:
“For the services you ask and for the vengeance you implore,
I want your soul; nothing more.”

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