Now in the harvest my soul you will reap Dying and living in the dichotomy Of a violent type love as it crucifies me But I know you better when I am in need
THE GARDENER SARAH SPARKS
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DEATH HAD A TIGHT GRIP. One that burned and seared flesh, scraping bones clean like a dog gnawing on its prey. Possessing a power that eats away, spittle spewing from jaws such as a beast with lyssa, a brutal, savage thing.
A man of twenty and six Just as easily crippled as a child grappling for purchase on a cliff's edge. Swallowed by his weakness. Stripped bare by his strengths.
The rock of a creaking chair is a lonely sound. The taps of the wood's edges. The drag of limp limbs across the floorboards. A saddening sight, punctuated by the low hummings of the people crowding the streets below.
One does not want to die, their trousers sodden and eyes hazy. "The death of a god!" What a sad death, indeed.
A mother who weeps in the wake of her son's passing. A silent plea falling upon deaf ears ⸺ or rather, the ears of the dead ⸺ begging that this was not the end. "There is still more time to come, child," she cries, tears falling freely onto pale hands. "You must live."
But death had already come. As it has always done, as it will continue to pillage and plunder. It is not kind, especially to those who were created with the flip of a coin.
A deal with the Fates that still stands to be overturned. There is truly nothing quite like the Gods when they wrestle amongst each other, muddling their minds in dreams and wishes that should not be theirs to make. Lives they play with that should not be theirs to bring ruin to.
And, so, their subjects would die. And they would be reborn again and again and again. And the Gods will drink their wine and rum, doing as they please for the remainder of their days.
Their souls are not bound. The Gods do not have to suffer with only half of themselves. They are wholly themselves.
And they are wholly monsters that do not bear witness to their own destruction. Cruel in the way that those with great power are capable of. And they would see it that their greed and prowess would come to destroy them all.
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