Tell

I would have told you the truth

If you hadn’t fed me lies. 

The cost of betrayal is high, my dear. 

As we devour your heart, 

Was the price worth it?

Tell your sins and

Purge yourself. 

Dribble it down your chin. 

A feast of pain you gave me, 

A feast of pain you’ll take within. 

Eventually everything comes full circle 

In the belly of Ammut. 

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