Deprived of grace, she can but sit and wait, while voicing mournful sights. If she lives is in the lands of fate, as well as if she dies. Sin had her blood run hot, whiling leaving her soul cold and black prayer is salvation, is it not? The truth is where it's always been, somewhere deep with her heart.


Submitted: February 28, 2019

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