Tragic Unveiling

๐Ÿฆ‡เพ€เฝฒโ„‹๐“ช๐”‚๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ ๐Ÿฆ‡เพ€เฝฒ

i can't see through

the crimson.

my design unveiled,

my home is my prison.

 

I can't swim through

the River Scarlett.

death to you,

death to the harlot.

 

you're only strong

when all your bones have broken,

you will speak,

only when spoken to.

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