She has disobeyed.
Must have her wings clipped.
Snip…snip…snip…
Blonde curls float to the floor.
Hair tangles with dirt.
She will lead us to slaughter.
We must be saved.
Stab…stab…stab…
He plants the seed of forgiveness inside her.
He is not gentle.
She is lucky.
She is blessed.
Slice…slice…slice…
We carve sacred symbols into her thighs.
Blonde curls clot with blood.
She is an ugly crier.
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