Where is fear born?
And of what stuff is it made?
Is it seen in the sweat of the general?
Is it in the face of a pregnant mother,
Wondering about the babe's health?
Is it within us all,
Or a precious few os us?
Is it small?
Does it sit inside My guts?
Does it scream out from the crevices?
Can I touch it?
Can I...taste it?
Is it there in her face?
Can she see it in Me?
Does she see a murderer before her?
Can she see anything else?
Her face so tender...
So soft...
So full of so many things..
Full of love....
Of pain.....
Of jealousy and rage...
Of the lusting longing a body feels...
Of emotions that I have long forgotten.
She's quiet now.
She sees it.
She can feel it...
I'm sure that she knows.
I'll take her now.Destroy it all.
Let it die and be buried.
Help Me please..
Oh god...
If there is a god.
Give Me what divine power you can.
Let Me be strong enough to take this.
All this from her.
Please...
Deal fair with Me,
Sweet goddess of the night.
For be yee goddess, or god...
Or demon straight from the inferno...
I can not do this alone.
Alone...
I don't want to be alone any longer.
What I would not give...
In all this world,
What sacrifice would I not make?
Anything!
Reach down from your skyward thrown,
And pluck from Me
ANYthing that you see fit to take...
But give Me this...
Give Me her now...
Let Me have her.
Please....

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