Jonathan Alford - The Pistileer

There is a person beyond this reflective façade that must hear a peculiar series of words for himself.
You and I are very much aware of your fatalistic nature, so displace his ignorance with truth.
Have you been the purveyor of this abhorrent sin? Magician, you’ll make a stone of flesh.
Your very breath will permeate upturned eyes and clasped fingers and on his knees he will
Taste a most nauseating nectar from the reddened lip of your pistil. Tell him…murderer.

Jonathan Alford

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