She is The Martyr. Gifted to us, by God, as Freedom from our Sins. All we need do is be the hand that carries the Whip. A frayed rope of old, exposed wires and duct tape. We walk, we pray, we lash. One for each awful thought, every temptation satisfied, every gilded rule broken. The … Continue reading Gaia


I created the earth for you and you destroyed it gave you the sky and you clouded it gave you the seas and you polluted them gave you my heart and you broke it gave you my soul and you ate it finally, I gave you myself and still it wasn't enough but fuck me, … Continue reading Olympus