The Blood & The Bones

You believe the devil to be a gentleman, a fallen angel, a demon..

And a thing to be feared above all.

But I do not.

Have you ever felt the wrath, the cunning, the resolve of a woman scorned?

One who has been torn apart and left to die too many times?

One who must build upon sin, ashes and mud?

And you think a mere name, an idea, a story of evil should give you pause?

I ask you again..have you felt the wake of her discarded love? Of her forsaken loyalty?

The magnitude and force of her will to carry on?

I have because I am her.

So I can say, without hesitation or remorse, without doubt, wavering or greater divination..

You fear the wrong god.

the blood
& the bones