Every day, my blood is on fire.
The rot flows out of my skin, black as the eyes of dead gods.
And yet, I am as tranquil as the Black Shore.
Truly, this body has become numb to pain,
Yet I still weep when faced with visions of Father’s sadness.
It is for Father’s sake that I bear these wounds,
Even as the flames of infinity cascade throughout my body.
Do not fall into sorrow for me, my Honored Arbiter-Sister Sho.
For I, alone, am the SINBEARER, anointed with Father’s burden.
All I ask of you is to love our Father, and to honor their sacrifice.
Sheathe thy Blade of Lies, and cast out your misguided hatred,
And I shall bear this sacred torment, in truth and silence.
-“A Rite of Warmth and Longing” by Sister Faustine
