Father Out Of Time And Other Stories

Hemato's Compassion

It is my compassion why I lick blood swiftly. it is my compassion that I hold severed head of Ehena, my goose

Girl, my princess of murder. It is my compassion that I put her down.

Panic attacks are swift in this town of always like the blade of guillotines. Down the goose that pecks out eyes. Dont with the father, whom only lies to me.

It is my compassion why I lick blood swiftly. it is my compassion that I hold severed head of Ehena, my goose.

Girl, my princess of murder. It is my compassion that I put her down.

And yet it was this love, in the kingdom of broken geese, for this angel whom I knew, in this Kingdom by the sea.

With a trust in me, and me not her, As I jingle my spurs, with crossbow in tow.

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