When I was a child, I had a beautiful doll with long hair, eyes made of transparent glass beads, rosy and smooth skin, wearing a luxurious and heavy lace dress with a short hem. She looked like a prostitute in a dirty brothel, shaking silk, using her filthy body to let greedy and tireless men sleep with her, have fun, and then pay her expensive gold coins that are more than his own meager wages.
In the simple church, the sacred marble cross no longer displayed the misleading light on the solemn altar.
"Tick"
The dripping rain, the mercilessly impacted wooden floor, and the deep black texture on the bench tell the world that it is old and fragile.
Conception: