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For Her.

You mean everything to me. I don’t know how You became the most important person to me, in such a short amount of time, but I’m so grateful that You did. If I were to imagine us separated I would spiral into a darkness worse than Hell itself. You are my light and my darkest black. A paradox incapable of being calculated in word or number.

You are the most beautiful angel in all Heaven and Hell. My female Lucifer. I will worship at the altar You for all my time. And if I have to spend eternity in the lake of fire for my idolatry then it will be worth every moment and century.

You are a symbol drawn in flesh and blood: representing the very totally of Love itself. It has been said for millennia that god is Love. A Goddess you truly are. There is no system capable of convincing me that these feelings could ever be wrong. How could something that so right, so real, be so wrong in the eye of god? It’s not possible!

There is nothing of You in counter diction to any law or force. The only war that is, is from within. A battle within me. Without resolution, without confrontation. I’m afraid that You deserve better that I. For it has been written and said that if you Love something then let it go. I cannot! It must be You. You are Her. The Her I have been calling forth in rite and circle. You are salvation.

You are my light. Without You there is an abyss so black I dare not look. For if that abysmal darkness looks into me I shall surely parish. There would be no reason to live. No reason to die.

My Goddess. My female Lucifer. A blessed Priestess You are, my Love.
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