ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @callouslycynical the Cause Had Been Going So Well. The Tide Of War Looked Almost As Though It Might Turn, Had You Pushed Just A Little More, Earned A Few More Critical Victories. A Duet Had Turned Into A Cadre, Into A Community, Into An Army. Her Righteous Cause Had Inspired Legions To Form An Uprising, And Your Mind Could See It All, The Chessboard Of The World Unfolded Through Maps And Battalions And Supply Lines. It Seemed Possible That She Could Win, Truly Win. such Folly. It All Came Crashing Down So Swiftly, And None Were Prepared. The Overwhelming Forces Of The Adversary Swarmed You Like Insects, And Though Their Expressions Were Difficult To Read Through The Makeup, The Mirth Shone From Their Eyes With Every Drop Of Blood Spilled. When The First Blow Landed Upon Your Frail Body, You Know It Was Over. A Battle Of Attrition You Could Never Survive. Upon Eleven Sanctified Spears They Impaled Through Your Flesh, Erecting A Foul Monument Of Joy And Splendor, You Were Made To Watch Helplessly As They Took Her From You, Not Slaughtered Like Vermin As You Were, But Captured. You Never Saw Her Again In Life. rage And Grief Poured Through Your Every Vein Like Molten Iron, And Even As You Yet Had Blood Seeping From Your Wounds, You Felt It Not, So Tormentous Was The Cost Of Your Failure. The Clowns Held A Festival Around Your Barely Living Body, And You Endured It For 3 Nights, As They Danced. The Calliope Played Without Cease, As Your Very Soul Ignited In The Guilt And Shame. To Have Promised And Dedicated Ones Entire Soul And Life In The Service Of A Woman So Beautiful, So Kind, So Wonderful. And Your Inadequacy Destroyed Everything She Had Built. Worse Than Worthless. time Slips Away From You. The Pace Of Dance Hastens, The Music Grows Louder In Such Cacophonous Crescendo, It Splits Your Very Ears And Crushes Your Mind. You Would End Your Own Life, Reparations For Your Shame, Were You Only Capable, But You Remain Inert, Unable To Move With Spears Still Embedded In Both Body And Earth. And So You Open Your Eyes, And There Is A Light, So Bright That It Blinds You, Reducing All Else To Nothing As You Can See Naught Else. And She Is There, Cast Against The Light, Visible Only In Silhouette. She Is Waiting For You, Why Are You Not With Her? Get Up. Your Limbs Make To Stand, And Quickly Collapse, With Nothing Left To Push Them Forward. A Hand Reaches Forward, Straining Against And Reopening Your Wounds, Grasping In Futility Towards Her, To Take Her Hand, But You Cannot Reach, You Cannot Move Far Enough, Even Though She Is So Very Close. The Hand Clenches To Fist, Closing On Air, And Falls Limp. the Calliope Falls Silent. #violence #mild-gore #cw-self-harm war. πΌπππππ’ πππ https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1faipqlsekfh6j2vgskoqsezds9n0t5tnb8gtkihiapootjcd9yp3hmw/viewform?usp=dialog
Ah... My finall and worst moments. How unplleasant...
I'm Afraid You Can Never Out Run Them.
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