( private :: warded :: cursed )

Benedic nos Domine
et haec tua dona
quae de tua largitate
sumus sumpturi
per -

...and humans, ever too weak to save themselves. Hah. Perhaps I should be of a mind to one day hold service and lithurgy.

Messiah, the time of blood first spilled in coming. Lent, is it? Screams and dreams andblessing, then ~ ♥How very droll that religious ( Read more... )

And then there were leaves - and piles, and thieves - and needles and stones and for~getting the bones - and then we beheld a stranger-danger-angel.

Joy ~ Me ~ ssiah. Hmmmm. Amen, Amen, bleed ~ ♥ ~ isn't this the time and day and res~pite?

A girl would do well now. Or a boy, if young. Prince, princess, their blood for riddling. Mustn't keep the ( Read more... )

...dies irae, then. Well enough.

And what's your foremost thought before staking the kill? Mere curiosity.

This is who we are before the hammer falls. This is the heritage. This is the blood. The blood of -- mmmm.

And then, perhaps, I wonder - what drives me to the kill. Hahahahhaa...

~

Any medics of some competence in this wretched City ( Read more... )

...in light of... ah... recent events... allow me to reproduce certain matters with some amount of accuracy:

HOLY DICTUMS ON WITCH HUNTS

I. Pyres are entirely too last season. Please keep in mind that stones leave excellent decorative patterns [consider elegant repetition over every visible joint for that special touch] in cranium areas, and ( Read more... )

...ever so sorry, and still:

EVERY TIME YOU EMPLOY WORDS NOT OF MY LIKING


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...still four possibilities pending. An aura does not disappear. An aura does not disappear. An aura does not disappear. It subject does. Its subject - its subject is Sandalphon, and he is prince, which is plague and tangential and -- think.

Alternative situations:

I. He died.

Pro: the time of resurrection has passed.
Contra: he might have ( Read more... )

You. I know what was said and promised and waged, and I know the words you like best, and whose blood need the spilling and the way of it all - I know it, and I know of you, and you shall have your due freely. Don't touch me ( Read more... )

Children, come here. Today, let's play a game.

In this game...

- we lay athunder - and riddle bone dice - and tell sad tales -

...we are blind. Deaf. Mute. Screaming.

No one sees. No one tells. Hush, hush, darlings. We don't see it.

And no one has to scream.

And the winner...
gouge your eyes
...succeeds to see none of the colours -
break ( Read more... )

Sandalphon.

Your true name, as El's word, stands inversed among seven mirrors, ash upon it, and sigil, bloodied albumen and plumage.

It is glass and frail and shattered.

Such is my word, such is my ward, and my blood draws the circle ( Read more... )