Ruin has come to our family... [Lamentations scroll]

[Phantomswake]

Sonea, Sonea...

Oh child what has become of you dear girl?

What ravenous, clutching shadow has befallen us now and taken you from us?

You were planted in the garden and protected, and allowed to grow.

The stones were cleared, and the fences raised.

A watchmen was set upon the tower, many hands brought forth water, the soil was cultivated.

We looked for fruit; but there was none.

Instead for our labors, up has grown thistle and thorn.

Is it true what they say now? In the mouths of two or three it has been established.

Did you do those things?,  those terrible, wicked things ; The innocents blood cries out...

Will you confess and be healed? Will you repent and turn now and leave your sins behind, before it is too late? Is it too late?...

I weep for you now child, and for your mother. She hurts for you, you know that? We all hurt now for you. Please come back...I pray now, please come back.

[The bottom of the page is smeared with ink as if drops of liquid had fallen on it]