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Tag: queue the cauldron
Burn your dead. Rub their ashes into your skin. Be cleansed.
Greedy and vain.
Reach out and take, take, take.
They do not,
Will not,
Cannot,
Control you.
Let blood fall from your fingertips, marking hallowed ground.
I bleed gold, my skin is hammered steel, my lungs are filled with rust.
I am so much more than human.
You don’t need them,
Not a single one.
You may have a gilded cage, or a world on fire. Choose wisely.
The snow is melting.
The winter dead will be laid to rest.
