Fate's Slake Desiccates

"Tell Me Your Stories, Your Magic Is Mine."

The goddess gained access to my subliminal vault.

"Life I beget is gifted death. I made them cross the line."

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Her eyes drank me in. I feel into her ocean, deep into the brine.

I was drowning of thirst, as she slaked me with her salt.

"Tell Me Your Stories, Your Magic Is Mine."

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"No language could be concocted to have my atrocities defined.

I chose to beget and slaughter. The betrayal is my own fault.

Life I beget is gifted death. I made them cross the line."

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My nature is not aligned to be maligned.

"I made, taked, consumed, I ATE!... All so I could exalt."

"Tell Me Your Stories, Your Magic Is Mine."

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"You tried to rise higher than the divine?

Though You continued to descend You did not halt?"

"Life I beget is gifted death. I made them cross the line."

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"Your attained descent must not be allowed to intertwine

with existence. Your behavior is not a normative default.

Tell Me Your Stories, Your Magic Is Mine."

"Life I beget is gifted death. I made them cross the line."

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Thavien's Token:

"This poem was crafted for Mikeydred's - Mike Singleton's Vocal Social Society Villanelle challenge."