Underneath the cradle is a blade that steals the infant’s innocence. The white sheets are besmirched with blood poured down for ruthless traditions meant to preserve power and wealth among hands who toss chalices as they seat at the thrones of mighty palaces. But they cannot appease my inconsolable tears with their empty promises of glory and riches, for they whose lips taste the finest wine shall not speak about their dark secrets. There is a distant world where I wish to meet the person in my future who will set me free from this fate. I look for him, yet he finds me before I find him. But when I find that person, is it really him?
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