𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑔𝑜𝑑? i believe in the 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. the hands around my throat are harsh, the fingers roughly digging into the soft flesh of my neck, yet they never press hard enough to end me. i believe in the lies i've been fed, the 𝗂͟ 𝗅͟𝗈͟𝗏͟𝖾͟ 𝗒͟𝗈͟𝗎͟𝗌 whispered in my ear before pushing my head underwater; in the knife cutting me wide open⠀─⠀the blood spilling on the carpet floor is 𝓻𝐞𝐝, passionate shade of something i can't have. love is violent and violence is god. 𝑔𝑜𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑. not to me. they burn and wound and rot. do you rot for your god? do you bleed for your god? are you willing to be the 𝘢͟𝘣͟𝘶͟𝘴͟𝘦͟𝘥, for a god that makes you believe you want to be destroyed? 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐𝘩 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑. it's yours. 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑔𝑜𝑑. there is no god.
