something something you are harrowhark nonagesimus you are in love with god’s death and god’s daughter and you are in love with god’s protection and god’s words and you hate yourself for loving god’s downfall while allowing yourself to not like god very much; you do not like god’s cookies or his patronization you love god the father and not god the man. you love god the father because you love god’s daughter. in your dreams she is god’s daughter. you construe yourself as sin and you construe yourself as martyr but you cannot be a saint god tells you that you are not broken and you cannot be a saint. for a planet you are very small.