Though I failed in life to give thanks for the flesh that clings to my bones, I am grateful to Mother Lacrea for warming me with my own blood and the acting out of Her glorious cradling through these red stained scratches. My wounds shall not scar over but my existent scars are the echoes of Her birth pangs. I give thanks to my savior, Princess Yani Sarh, the divine reflection of The Dear Mother.

Though I failed in life to give thanks for the flesh that clings to my bones, I am grateful to Mother Lacrea for warming me with my own blood and the acting out of Her glorious cradling through these red stained scratches. My wounds shall not scar over but my existent scars are the echoes of Her birth pangs. I give thanks to my savior, Princess Yani Sarh, the divine reflection of The Dear Mother.