Hush, little one. Do not cry.
The night has teeth, and the stars are deaf.
Once, there were gods who swore to protect us.
They left.
Once, there were men who promised to love us.
They killed.
Once, there were mothers who prayed for peace.
Their prayers turned into demons.
From those prayers came she,
the mother dressed in blood,
the song in the dark,
the hand that forgives only by tearing.
They call her Shaketsu Migen,
the Demon of Forgiveness.
If she sings to you, do not listen.
If she touches you, do not weep.
For her mercy is crimson,
and her cradle is bone.
Sleep, little one, sleep.
Vengeance rocks this world to rest,
and mercy is only a dream that bleeds.