The Ladies of Horror
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The spires of our ancestors reach high this year, creeping ever further towards the burnt sky.
A reminder, they teach us in whispered threats.
Out loud we sing to them, upon the broken boney soil. We sing of their exploits, and of heroic wars. We sing in rounds and rows. We sing as day turns to night turns to day… We sing as though our lives depended upon it.
We all know it does. An unspoken truth. A whispered threat.
Those spires of our ancestors grow and creep, creep and grow. Rows of relentless hunger, swaying to our songs. The burnt sky their blanket, the broken boney ground their bed. They consume endlessly. As they have always done. Devouring without conscious – dreams of glory slaking their perpetual thirst.
We pass on these songs through the generations, teaching the truth in whispered threats. Our voices are the only salvation.
We, the children of eternal greed.
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