#tenebryn's scripture

[andralune]

[andralune]

Cerulean glow in one palm, golden blaze in the other—

Damnation and salvation, twin flames licking at the wrists.

His halo carved in ash and gold,

Tilts toward ruin with a lover’s grin.

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The roots claw deeper when he tries to run—

But the fruit, red and swollen with promise,

Still splits sweet on the tongue.

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He bites anyway.

He always bites.

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Because even in death,

In the blistered grip between two worlds,

His body remembers every fall,

His eyes remember every climb,

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And his heart... still beats.

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—Duality