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From Now On We Are Enemies Chapter 1: Death Is Just The Beginning It's dark in the church. Organ music plays eerily from the altar, though there's no-one there. The building is empty, with forgotten shadows tracing the stain-glass windows, scattering broken, awkward colours across the dirty floor; sharp, electric blues with mismatched, disease-like yellows. Decadence of an era- those tapestries which were treasured centuries earlier, they're crumbling and stained with age. Against the music, there's the faint patter of rats under the floorboards. No-one bothers to get rid of them; they might well make use of the space. Across the front of t

Controversy Behind Closed Doors It was just a token of affection A puckered gift upon flesh Different from gentle caresses Rough in the heat of the moment A marking of territory Dark and solemn promise Bruised skin plays witness To the lusty love we share Night falls and light points At the obvious cursed blessing Here in this bed Here in this hour Lips are daggers in the dimness But when they stab, though they wound Every blemish is sacred to me.