☆ misericordia
do me wrong—in the end, I won’t do anything to get a “get-back.” Revenge has never been mine to bestow, but my cries will pierce the firmament reaching heavens gate and you’ll watch, slowly, as your life begins to decay. valuables slipping from your grasp for every tear i shed. That’s how it’s played out —once, twice… be the third, like a charm. Hurt me—it’s okay, I’ll let you doubt how divinely protected I am but you won’t walk away unscathed. You’ll rack up a kind of debt that paper money can’t cleanse leaving you stained. Tu mente nunca conocerá la paz—you can call it craft, or whatever helps you sleep at night. escape accountability by lying to yourself and those you hold dear but judgment awaits. a heart with no remorse won’t ever be red. despite being held by undeserving hands, I’m full of a love that’ll never run dry so please, harm me, degrade me, have your fun—you’ll write your fate through that. Just don’t forget to repent for who or what you break ‘cause once you’re done, you’ll be marked. never to see light nor taste a love that could ever satisfy, that’s the price
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