There's something in my closet. Its raspy monster breath makes my curtains flutter at night. I tell my mom, but she says it's just the sound of the wind whispering secrets to the moon.
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Discordia, goddess of.
I pray to thee humbly.
I ask thee to sow thy seeds of unrest.
Lest we forget.
Peace—be her deceit of harmony, a semblance of good.
Lest we forget.
In the absence of contention breeds contentment.
In the absence of conflict, naivety.
Misplaced trust, in the goodness of people,
bespeaks the human fallacy in itself.
I beg thee to heed this prayer.
Amen.
I pray to thee humbly.
I ask thee to sow thy seeds of unrest.
Lest we forget.
Peace—be her deceit of harmony, a semblance of good.
Lest we forget.
In the absence of contention breeds contentment.
In the absence of conflict, naivety.
Misplaced trust, in the goodness of people,
bespeaks the human fallacy in itself.
I beg thee to heed this prayer.
Amen.
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