By Cain's own hand, good Abel died Because the Lord approved his faith; And when his blood for vengeance cried He vainly thought to hide his death Such was the wicked murderer Cain And such by nature still are we Until by grace we're born again Malicious, blind and proud, as he

ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ♱ :  𝓦HEN YOU GET TO ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ 𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙇 , TELL THEM ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ❪ 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 ❫ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ SENT ᅠᅠ YOU  𓈒    ! ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ——————————— ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ

“…you have?!”

“Then, how? Why?”

“I was lonely, I suppose. Company would be nice? … being able to feel something other than just.. numb… would also be nice.”

Tired.

‘Stand.’

Yesh stands there mid-thought, words still warm in his mouth, and watches them talk over him like he’s air. He swallows the sting, anyway. If the Light speaks and no one listens—does it still count as speaking?