Goddass& titan of Hecate,Lucifera one who bears fire,
I feel your warmth pulsing under my skin and a flame above my head,
my eyes don't nictitate, my limbs are weakened.
My voice is hoarse, and other's whispers become like thunder.
The bed in which I hath lain, serves me not. Food with no purpose,
save water. Nothing moves, but the beating of my heart.Shall I be judged?
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