Nov 6, 2024
A Spell for All SA/CSA Survivors
May every place they touched without your permission form on their own bodies with pestilence.
May it grow as rancid as their morals, may it fester
Bring forth pain tenfold in its wake
May the agony be slow like the inevitable nipping of the hounds of fate of their demise.
When they open their mouths to beg for clemency, may it be forgotten like they ignored their victims
And allow only blood to spill from their throats and flood in their lungs
May suffering be the only thing they carry with them in abundance
Until their last struggling, haggard breath
And from that, may their victims flourish in light and healing
Shall strife leave them all who were harmed, knowing justice to their assailant is done.
