Plague
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Salia. Salia always knew she was different since young for when her friends talk about boys she wanted to talk about girls. Every time she saw a girl she liked, her heart glistened with sweet honey ripe for the picking, ready to fall headfirst into the ambitious notion of love. Oh, she was ready but she was scared. Very scared that bad people will hurt her. Very scared of accusations calling her a witch, warranting the death sentence. Where they will tie her up, drag her by her hair to the stake to burn her alive. Where the smell of burnt flesh will salivate the mouth of her killers but not her true love. She would want her true love to consume her mouth and her heart and peel her sweet flower to suck her wonderful nectar but pitifully, it could never be her one true love.
The world she lived in was plagued with bad people who would kill outsiders who are bad seeds shit out from satan’s anus. God has bestowed them with a duty to get rid of the bad seeds. How could they not? They are the good seeds. God has generously shit them out from his anus. They will have to fulfil it. Good seeds punish bad seeds. They will have to refuse the love of a bad seed. The love of a bad seed is no love at all.
