you are too preoccupied with everything you aren’t. no, you are not, nor will you ever be as dainty as she. you will never walk as lightly upon the ground as she does. you are not meek. why do you think those qualities superior? you were made to conquer. you were designed by the cosmos to command loyalty; a new breed of demigod. the gods are not dead, darling. they live in you. it is high time you listen to their whispers. take what is rightfully yours.













