Though it may haunt us and break our hearts, death cannot tear us apart. I’ll wait for an omen, a sign that I’m chosen. Then I’ll crack that reapers safe with my bare hands. A trespass. My horror was holy. When I robbed two early graves I was sick with grief, bruised deep. The desert was lonely. I either took a leap of faith or I jumped ship. I admit I offered my only just to crash those pearly gates. Hands up. Heaven’s been raided. Creator, created. I am sorry, its not right but you are mine to sacrifice. I was hopeless, I was tired and we all kill to survive. Sacrifice. Kill to survive. Though it may haunt us and break our hearts, death cannot tear us apart.
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