Reformation Motion.
Never I feel so helpless before.
It feels as if I am made of straw, soulless and without warmth. With yellow beads as my eyes and no free will to be declared sentient.
A golem, malignant and tainted with sin done without the acknowledgement of my own mind.
Since when have I reverted to a beast of desire?
My withered lily is shedding its dried petals, looking like a maiden crying before the wicked sacrifice.
Ah I hope this feeling will cease.
[Seulement Dieu sait]
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