born unto trouble [jcink] | southern gothic | multi-species

[mephisto]

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you were born unto trouble,
and trouble shall follow for the rest of your days.
steamy summer nights have nothin' on the hellfire that haunts your dreams.
those willows weep for good days gone bad and sway gently in the bayou breeze in
remembrance of the light side of your soul that has long turned black and sticky as tar.
clasp your hands together in prayer and never mind that little devil on your shoulder
spinnin' doubts on whether you can still be saved from your sins.