[ E R R O+ R 2 7 1 1 2 6 ; VIA PARADO+XA FUTURA DO+LO+RO+SA ] He speaks o+f my so+n as a charlatan, a false pro+phet, a deceiver o+f the highest degrees who+ has co+me to+ disrupt the hemo+spectrum fo+r his o+wn selfish purpo+ses. A ho+rrid jo+y sparks in his bruise-purple o+cular o+rbs as the cro+wd is whipped into+ a fervo+r. What sho+uld we up n do+ with this traito+r? He asks o+f the cro+wd, a pulsating and writhing mass o+f clo+wns and the indo+ctrinated. He is knelt, beaten, o+n the dais as his mo+st lo+ved are hidden fro+m his sight. My rage is dro+wned by the masses, cheering fo+r his death. Rusted steel, slick with my o+wn blo+o+d, dig deep into+ my wrists as I desperately try to+ save him. I can do+ no+thing. Was this no+t his fate? I refuse to+ accept it. The dark carnival sings as he is co+ndemned to+ death. #viado+lo+ro+sa #easter2026