Thought turned into lust for another decrepit body. When she reaches me, her fetid breath penetrates my nostrils. I tremble at her words in an unbearable silence, but stretched fingers hold a knife ready to lunge ruthlessly. The blade slices the young neck - a luminescent meadow sustains every drop of blood pouring down an invisible sacrifice. Harpies leap to the holy terrain, tearing up inconsistent portion of flesh. Soon a vermilion flower comes out the hollowed chest. Grouped with the raptor birds, I start the apostolate in the wasteland.
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