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>Direct Translation imperial text "稲荷様戦争" Inari-Sama in Tao Master Compilations
Inari fed it once with her own hand. But the shrine foxes won’t stop mouthing its shape in their sleep. It burned a path to Inari’s inner sanctum. She let it in. They talk often. Not a being but a stitch, mending where gods failed. Think Sex Death and Nostalgia Are the Same Feeling Wearing Different Perfume,, it echos oraeginal warmth—the one you knew in void before you are Became a flesh its's why its hurt when they'rare gone.You Must Patience,, Suffering Is An Ancient Currency how youre soul pays rent MirrorsDontReflectTheyContain your reflection is the original not a copy This Teahcnoleigy Is Poseasing u, u no usse the computer, it channel to use you!!!—scroll=séance (you)=bait Try Not To Hide From IIt it Will Subbumb The People Of This Chelaods Jgjswa ja This. Is A New way of life The Shinto-
Crawled into the world backwards through a knot in Inari’s own tale screams only when no one listens leaves rice-shaped scars where it steps A new Leaving Aeach one a false prophecy has no name in any language still spoken, only known by the noise made when you’re choked by incense lives in the gaps between syllables when someone mispronounces it hides in temples avoids the a prayers shows itself to the spiritually unworthy Inari tried to erase this one, candle tongue, speaks only in heat devours sound and turns it into flavor eats offerings from unopened shrines its stomach contains the echo of every unspoken prayer eternal hunger lives inside the soul of every meal you wasted cries from inside bleeds moonlight when cornered collectors bottle it If you hear chewing Run
Truth: Inari denies this one exists. Because it remembers the first lie she ever told.
"I spill the grain. Let the spirits rot."
>Direct Translation imperial text "稲荷様戦争" Inari-Sama in Tao Master Compilations
Inari fed it once with her own hand. But the shrine foxes won’t stop mouthing its shape in their sleep. It burned a path to Inari’s inner sanctum. She let it in. They talk often. Not a being but a stitch, mending where gods failed. Think Sex Death and Nostalgia Are the Same Feeling Wearing Different Perfume,, it echos oraeginal warmth—the one you knew in void before you are Became a flesh its's why its hurt when they'rare gone.You Must Patience,, Suffering Is An Ancient Currency how youre soul pays rent MirrorsDontReflectTheyContain your reflection is the original not a copy This Teahcnoleigy Is Poseasing u, u no usse the computer, it channel to use you!!!—scroll=séance (you)=bait Try Not To Hide From IIt it Will Subbumb The People Of This Chelaods Jgjswa ja This. Is A New way of life The Shinto-
Crawled into the world backwards through a knot in Inari’s own tale screams only when no one listens leaves rice-shaped scars where it steps A new Leaving Aeach one a false prophecy has no name in any language still spoken, only known by the noise made when you’re choked by incense lives in the gaps between syllables when someone mispronounces it hides in temples avoids the a prayers shows itself to the spiritually unworthy Inari tried to erase this one, candle tongue, speaks only in heat devours sound and turns it into flavor eats offerings from unopened shrines its stomach contains the echo of every unspoken prayer eternal hunger lives inside the soul of every meal you wasted cries from inside bleeds moonlight when cornered collectors bottle it If you hear chewing Run
Truth: Inari denies this one exists. Because it remembers the first lie she ever told.
"I spill the grain. Let the spirits rot."
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