Dear Gods The World Does NOT Need A Cult Of The Lamb X 40K Crossover. Noooo Thank You The Lamb Is Already

I am not your daughter

I am not

I am not

I am not your daughter.

I am not

I am not

I am not your son.

There are so many times

I want you to see

How I am not

The person you think

But every time I open my mouth

You close off your heart

And now I’m always

In the wrong.

I will listen

I will speak

And I want you to hear me out

I am not

I am not

I am not your daughter.

I am not

I am not

I am not your son.

I will explain this to you

Till my face turns blue

And the stars go out tonight.

Give me a chance

To let you know

This is how I am.

I will listen

I will speak

And I want you to hear me out.

I am not

I am not

I am not your daughter.

I am not

I am not

I am not your son.

I won’t pick a side

For your own comfort

And let myself fade away.

I will learn

The language you speak

And I will preach this back to you.

I will listen

I will speak

And I want you to hear me out.

I am not

I am not

I am not your daughter.

I am not

I am not

I am not your son.

I shake

Awake

And cannot sleep.

I try

But why

Can’t I count sheep?

My heart burns with distant agony

And the truth is all too clear:

I’m burning all alone again

And no one holds me dear.

I want to roar this dragons’ flame out of my chest

I want to breathe in peace

I want my skin to cool again

Will this pain ever cease?

In this din

With the might of ten

My strength billows like a sail

But all alone

An unearthed stone

My heart feels deathly frail.

My blood a deadly poison

Like a fire in the night

Is burning up my insides

And sets my mind alight.

I long so very dreadfully

For rest and for some peace

Unfortunately to achieve this end

I may have to be deceased.

A terrible conclusion

My heart cannot allow

But while I live,

What I wouldn’t give

For cool hands to soothe my brow.

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"Untold riches if answered correctly, endless suffering if wrong," said the Sphinx.

"I accept. Ask your question, beast." "Why does an object fall when dropped?" it asked.

this hurts my soul in indescribable ways

a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

reclusive child with elaborate imagination and maladaptive daydreaming to plural teenager who doesn’t identify with thier own body anymore pipeline is unfortunatelg real

Warhammer :D

(Iron warriors legion)

This picture, but it's baby Konrad, still not knowing how to walk and talk, crawling up to a recently killed person and curling up next to them, to soak up what little of the warmth their corpse still has and to pretend like he is being held by a loving parent.