★ 100th Butterfly ★
Time ticks~ticks away from this one. Hours flee, days pass, months go by. Lo, two mortal years in this realm. This means nothing to a long-lived jester such as this humble one. The Seraphita's words are all but forgotten but they can't appear one's nature forever. Worthless, all the gifts one has bore were worthless as they said?
One's beloved seven vices:
Hatred, destruction, hardship, imprisonment, famine, disorder, desolation.
Oh, yes.
All these were are the sweet poisons born from one's lips. The spice that stained the world of the color of sin. For one's Lord, one's beloved King, for the Dark Kingdom and oneself.
Hah.Hah.Hah.
What a fool. What a clown that hides a clown face under face paint and pretends it's only an act. You saw one's face too, Amber Princess, like He did once. You spoke truths nobody else dares to. And yet you didn't find what you saw repulsive. There was no deride.
Savior, you are a fool, too. You are fool for not choosing her. You made her cry, stupid boy, you made one's Princess weep for you.
Answer to this one, Holy Adam Kadmon! Are we the same? Are we poor, hopeless fools?
Waste of time. Tick.Tock.Tick.Tick.Tock. Dreary musings! One even begins to long for Count Asmodai's brand of mocking. Vade Retro! Time for this Mad Hatter to purchase another set of hats~ ♥
Ohhhh. And replace the strings of one's violin. The new show almost begins.
One's beloved seven vices:
Hatred, destruction, hardship, imprisonment, famine, disorder, desolation.
Oh, yes.
All these were are the sweet poisons born from one's lips. The spice that stained the world of the color of sin. For one's Lord, one's beloved King, for the Dark Kingdom and oneself.
Hah.Hah.Hah.
What a fool. What a clown that hides a clown face under face paint and pretends it's only an act. You saw one's face too, Amber Princess, like He did once. You spoke truths nobody else dares to. And yet you didn't find what you saw repulsive. There was no deride.
Savior, you are a fool, too. You are fool for not choosing her. You made her cry, stupid boy, you made one's Princess weep for you.
Answer to this one, Holy Adam Kadmon! Are we the same? Are we poor, hopeless fools?
Waste of time. Tick.Tock.Tick.Tick.Tock. Dreary musings! One even begins to long for Count Asmodai's brand of mocking. Vade Retro! Time for this Mad Hatter to purchase another set of hats~ ♥
Ohhhh. And replace the strings of one's violin. The new show almost begins.