And such it be, I have lived since my days toddling, where I was taught to fear Ye, and readeth thine Book of Life, but only to find mineself wracked in tears of blood and salt beneath my father's hand of apathy, of tyranny?! Though he be stricken of the mind, such it cannot be a fit passage for reason to bludgeon my body on crime of rebellion!!!
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UberScout
UberScout
No, I cannot surplus faith within my empty soil now, not beneath punishment on pain of bludgeon or bruise!! In childhood, I never did once seeth a salt's grain of such lashing forthwith, save for such by mine grandmothers hand, and even then, twasn't on cruelty's throne, but discipline, and should i knoweth not the differing, I'd eat my hand, see that i won't!
UberScout
Oh to be sleeping so feathery, only to find my dreaming body in a cage of nightmares... My faith leaveth so, my hope all shattered as though twere stained glass of a chapel's walls, mine tears carry warmth nay longere, mine nails scratch on walls of marble, MY CUP RUNNETH OVER AND YET ONWARDS TO A LAKE NEAREST.