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Static Confessions of the Void

Don’t give up.
Do the hard thing.
You are seen.

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Holy Mother,
Dark Mother,
drawing us in,
into Your gaping maw.
Hear our cries.

Our suffering,
an offering
unto You,
whose hunger
is unending.

Holy Mother,
Dark Mother,
drawing us in,
into Your gaping maw.
Hear our agony.

You are the inevitable,
from whom there is no escaping.

Stir from your slumber;
stir you, O Wrathborn.
Be filled with Her Fury.
Rise to Her command.

Mother of the Void,
She calls out to you.
You will be Her hands.
You will be Her teeth.

You will devour
all her enemies.
Their lifeless bodies
shall be an offering.

In darkness creep,
unseen in shadow.
Be the terror
sent before Her.

Mother sends you forth.
Go; do not fail her.