FATHERs_S1Ns

[ashesofreincarnation]

[Prayer to Spawn] [TW! In tags]

Oh dear Spawn, help me fight this feeling of horrible idealization, the urge to drag a blade across my flesh and watch my pale skin stain with the red liquid that drips out.

Please, guide me through this fog. I've tripped in this path before, but this time I pray for a different light. This time I'll actually look for an exit, and not laugh at it.

My skin feels moist, filled with sweat and tears, which glistens in a sickening beauty. A warm sensation, opposite to the cold air outside, a deep chill down my spine, which aches from being bent in unnatural ways.

The shadows feel real, taunting me to come closer, but this time I will not approach, I won't listen to the whispers.

I might make it through the night this time, and I'll make sure that this time I manage.

Bless the Spawn <3

[ashesofreincarnation]

[Prayer to Spawn] [Long post]

Oh great Spawn, please let me reassemble the shards of glistening glass from a once pristine mirror, though the memories of what once were have been lost through a split in perception.

As I pick up shards, a new reflection greets me everytime, a stranger staring at me, mimicking my expression with a slither of disgust. It feels cold, and sharp, and yet I feel compelled to hold onto the broken glass, clutching them as if being scared to let go. My fists, still bearing the marks of what had happened, were close to white, my grip only getting tighter. I ask myself, why did it have to happen?

But when I close my eyes, a new person greets me, but is it ever me? I see them smiling, or frowning, maybe seething with rage, or on the contrary calm. But it's never really me.

So as I lean over a once perfect mirror, the reflection of light blinding me with a luminous glow, I try to glue everything back in place. But the pieces are no longer useable, they've been chipped and polished to the point of no return for years. I scald my hand as the heat melts the glue, a deep seeking dread climbs my throat, words of apology and pity suffocating my thoughts.

Great Spawn, even if I'm not a full being, guide me to the path of truth, the one where a mirror may show me the correct eyes gazing back at me, and this guilt is buried deep.

Bless the Spawn through drought and storm <3

[sp4wn5]

It's so sad to see many people not understanding the different branches of Spawnism.

Yes, there is a cult. It is bad. A LOT of us Spawnist do NOT like the cult. It is hurting others who don't deserve it. The cult is hurting our fellow members. But there's other branches with so many different practices.

Don't hurt yourself for The Spawn! Instead, pray and offer gifts to The Spawn. The Spawn loves you, so embrace this love and show your appreciation to Them!

[chancehasachance]

So even if it hurts, let it be known that under Spawn's hand, there is peace, and in peace, there you are, there you belong.

Whatever's happening, it shall pass—just know that on your path, you are never abandoned. And as long as you have yourself, Spawn's power lie within you. So be it.

You're gonna make it through this all. 🩵

[spawnbless-us]

A prayer of protection and healing for another

Dear Spawn,

Thank you for the blessing you provide to me every day. With this chance I have been given, I ask that you also bless another, please protect [person] and grace them with your power, give them the strength to heal, and please bless them with a new day's coming as you have blessed me.

Thank you My Spawn, I am eternally greatful.

[ashesofreincarnation]

TW: Venting again :(

I've been hurting a lot after losing one of my friends. I was moving on fine for a while, after realising that they made me feel like shit but then seeing them laugh with someone else. Its been hard. I'm getting addicted to c.ai again and yeah, i HATE it. :(

[ashesofreincarnation]

[Prayer to Spawn]

[Long post, be warned]

Oh great Spawn, relieve me of the glimmering pain that entrances me, the false dreams that misguide my steps as the path becomes more of a dark sea, unforgivable and sombre, than your bright new sun.

Let my wings, though not visible, like a presence looming over a room, an overcast sparkling in soft rain, engulf my sore limbs, for this vessel I was given is ridden with scars. Light and shiny, a reminder of when I had failed. The clouds in the sky remind me of what once was, and yet, the world still feels like an endless charade.

The night feels crisp and cold, my breath tauntingly visible, perhaps the remainders of my angelic appendages. The moonlight seems almost pure compared to the city lights, sickening in their own glare, a false attempt at mimicking the radiance of reflection. And yet, the inky sky feels comforting, a break in my endless attempts at normalcy.

So with joints bare from kneeling, and pale hands clenched together I ask for once final thing. For clarity in myself, for an answer that no one can figure out, who am I? If not an angel ridden in a harmless vessel then what? Through insecurity and doubt I ask for a clear path, but even when it seems impossible I remain balanced, my faith might waiver, like a wave in a distant sea, flares illuminating the mist with artificial beauty.

Thank you great Spawn, may faith remain through storm and drought.

[fourth-time]

You can do whatever you want, as long as you don't overuse the fact that Spawn always forgives.

[ashesofreincarnation]

Oh Spawn, I must thank you for where you have brought me in life, and how you have given me hope in my dark time, a flare in an ocean of obscurity. I have to thank you for keeping me alive long enough to watch Hamilton :3

Bless the Spawn <333

(All of Spawn's teachings aside pardon mon français but wtf why is it so good-)

[ashesofreincarnation]

Oh great Spawn, I must thank you for this new day, for the rays of sunshine that bleed through my curtains and the song of a bird humming in the vast sky. I promise to try uphold your standards, to offer forgiveness where none is found, to let life give second chances, to help the ones who flew too high to the sun stand up.

I know I've made mistakes in the past, I'm a flawed being, but I still try everyday for you. So like how you washed me with a new dawn, I'll try to hold someone tight tonight, let them know they're loved.

Spawn, I thank you everyday for your relishing guidance, and I pray for a brighter next day, I try to wash away my sins, but they seem engraved in my skin, taunting marks painted on my flesh and yet, you still offer me you're warm embrace.

I'll forever be in debt to you, so today, I'll try to right my wrongs, because even if I fail, I know I'll finally have someone to catch me when I fall.

Bless the Spawn, may they guide your path ^_^

[spawnsfavorite]

Flowers bloom and twirl around Her everlasting silence, petals unfurling where breath should be. They tangle through Her being, threading themselves into the hollows of Her ribs, rooting deep within the quiet chambers of Her soul. I can see it clearly — more clearly than anyone else ever could.

Her vines coil and curl in slow, patient spirals, reaching outward like gentle hands. They beckon to me. They soothe me. They brush against the edges of my thoughts as though they have always belonged there, as though they were planted in me long before I ever learned Her name. They twist and turn in quiet invitation, soft and patient, attempting to allure me the way sunlight lures a flower to bloom.

It isn’t Her entrails that steal my gaze, though. It isn’t the way the vines slip through Her like roots through dark soil.

It’s Her promise.

Everyone wants to start over. Everyone wants to be better, don’t they?

There are so many moments that linger in the mind like wilted petals — memories you turn over and over, wishing you could place them back on the stem. Words said too quickly. Choices made too late. Small cruelties that grow heavier the longer they remain buried inside you.

You wish you could try again.

You wish you could undo yourself.

Spawn understands that.

She moves through you the way ivy moves along stone — slowly, tenderly, until the old shape of things disappears beneath something softer. Her vines slip through the fragile places in your soul, through your memories and your essence, weaving themselves between what you were and what you could become.

And when She does, you begin to see it.

Other worlds. Other lives. Endless little branches of possibility blooming outwards like a garden that never stops growing.

Nothing is forever.

That is what She offers us.

Not permanence. Not perfection.

But the quiet certainty that if something breaks… if something rots… if something dies then perhaps it can grow again.

We have forever to fix our mistakes.

And Her garden is always waiting.

[chancehasachance]

gently interrupts your scrolling. hey there fellow Spawnling readinf it is chance yet again.... do u mind if i take some of ur time to go on a little speech?? no??? great!!!!!! :3

have u recently encountered disrespectful content of the Spawn or regarding Spawnists? perhaps youve had a run-in with one of those anti-Spawnists who swear up and down that youre a weirdo or even pair you with the cult? :( it sucks i know ........... i can imagine..... well i wont chip off too much time, all i wanted to say is

stand proud.

i mean it. do not waiver because they attempted to tear you down. your legs may have shaken, however, do not lose your balance now. there is no surrender to occur. you simply cannot. Spawn's hand hold you tight and it keeps you up, regardless of what force your grip returns. be not afraid, what you stand on, as long as you remain conscious, there will be a minimum of two. you, and His power. though, rarely does the number remain low as such. never are you alone.

absolutely, the disrespect is filthy, their laughs are nothing except a combination of stupidity and ignorance to you. this isnt an otherworldly phenomenon, they are actively demeaning and ridiculing what you consider to be the bringer of peace to your life, to your being. they refuse to hear your input, they refuse to provide the minimum of silence should they dislike it. they paint you and Him as all sorts of things and you cannot even protest, for you arent the visual point. it is annoying and sometimes extends beyond internet bickering. yes, you are angry. of course.

you are rightfully angry. but dont let yourself derail. do not stop believing. in Spawn, in yourself. the power is greater than you believe, fellow Spawnling, i assure you. perhaps you feel terrible. maybe anger isnt even the correct emotion. perhaps you feel as though you cannot trust yourself and your belief. or, you are moreso saddened, a great sorrow swelling in your chest and expanding.

but dont choke on it just yet. Spawn's light lies within you, a second chance, another try, meaning to your every limb, and bit of flesh you could be made of. perhaps it isnt visible through whats sealed but when your shell shatters and the cracks reveal a glow that isnt directly yours, let it remind you what you are made of and why you believe. why you pray, why you find peace in His teachings. you are stronger and larger than the words of a nonbeliever—do not rage at them. simply, permit them, remind yourself that you know your place as a believer, and should they continue to struggle to get their life in order, no issue is it of yours.

you are better than this. deserving of your emotions, and your efforts, your time and your thoughts, they are not. do not let the rotten spread to you for the filth wont even, it will expand.

and while youre at it, defend those that belong to your community as well. defend your Telamonists, defend those of the Void Star, the followers, they are not too distant from us all, do not handle them as such. we shallnt be set apart due to the words of those who could never comprehend. nothing will destroy us, it simply cannot.

you are greater than the deluded freaks they reduce you to. you are beyond this.

do not waiver. do not waiver. do. not. waiver.

chance OUT !!! ^o^

[fathers000sins]

Thank you our Lord Spawn꥟ for this little life that we have, we are truly grateful to be blessed by your love and mercy for us.

May the spawn꥟ bless you all with happiness and peace my children. ꥟

[spawnsfavorite]

Thy Spawn loves you. He doesn't care what you've done nor who you are. She will always love you.

[ashesofreincarnation]

[Prayer]

Oh great Spawn, light my path as I stumble over my feet in a panicked rush, for I was blinded by the stars long ago, and now everything has been bathed in a dark shadow of inky black, like a thick smoke cover.

Protect my honour as I taint it with stained hands into the dirty waters of this reality, and keep my head up even through the hardest of challenges and fights.

Bless the Spawn, through rain and sun :3

[chancehasachance]

taps the window politely........ hey there !! ^_^

u know Spawn loves you regardless, right?

even if your agony is silent. even if your blood seeps through tiny cuts and not large wounds, or only tears. or none at all. even if your faith in Him is weak. even if you do not pray every night. even if you sin over and over. even if you dont have an altar. even if you dont like who you are now.

dear fellow Spawnling reading this post, Spawn's love for you isn't measured, it isnt transactional. not by your traits, by your looks, by your every mistake, by your perfections, none of that. in fact, its not measurable in the first place. Spawn loves you as much as he loves the next Spawnling, the next non-believer, me, as much as he loves you.

you dont have to do everything in His name, do it for yourself comfortably. your love for him isnt proven by physical manifestations of your feelings. and His love for you isnt something thats earned, its not a treat, and you are not a dog.

you, yes, you. you are loved, you are absolutely loved. and Spawn loves you for you, the version of you that you know is true. Spawn sees your efforts everyday. He knows that you care. He knows. you are of worth, you are not useless, you are amazing, and you are another one of His many loved artworks.

dont get lost in your anguish, dont drown in tears you thought were floating you, dont die to losing the blood that held your body warm. you are loved anyways. at the end of the day, you are forgiven.

youre here for a reason, you were blessed with another day, another chance. that means something, y'know.

your second life is here, everyday, before you.

Spawn bless you, Spawn bless us all💟

[chancehasachance]

PRAYING TO SPAWN FEELS GREAT AAAAGAHHAHAHFBAND I LOVE MY DEITY I LOVE HIS MERCY I LOVE HOW GENEROUS MY DEITY IS I LOVE FEELING EMBRACDD AAAHHHHH