CW: direct mentions of r*pe and abuse
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There is a church deep in the South.
A church surrounded by tall grasses,
and rough sedges.

Unforgiving brambles tear at the gown
of any devotress who dares approach.
A derelict institution, unkempt and mangled.

There is an altar deep within the church.
Innumerable candles burn
atop a mountain of ancient wax.
One lit for each poor soul ripped from her body.

A lone heretic cares for them all.
Lighting the extinguished wicks.
A cruel idol towers above her.

On her knees, she mourns those who came before.
She prays she can treat them...