accursed daughter.

[Bluebird]

i am born. i am loathed. i inflict. i am inflicted.
i engage in conflict, i become the conflict.

a miserable, pitiful existence such as you decreed; numerous sins of my kind manifested into one.
i oft wondered why you cursed us so, only to curse us further. one's bane can be another's boon, but one's boon may end up being their bane.

i am proof of your hatred. you made us in your image, so tell me - do you despise yourself?
when you look upon the waters of the tacitus squalor, do you despise what you see?

in the end these questions of mine matter not a single bit -
i have held what you have given me with pride, even if it makes me suffer. even if it makes those around me suffer, those of which whom are my allies.

because to suffer is to live. i will continue to do as i wish and will even should my death be confirmed.
and should it not be confirmed, then everything will go on.

i am perceived as i desire to be perceived,
for i am nothing more than something to loathe - and something to only feel loathing.
an ominous tool, but one that cannot be so easily discarded.

and eventually,
this promise i bring through sheer existence will become less a 'promise' and more a 'guarantee'.

at the end of the day,

everything is only a matter of time.