Beautiful night, isn't it? The word beauty... has no true meaning other than darkness. Darkness is where we cannot see the monsters. It's when we can't see who we really speak to, who we really touch, who we love. When the darkness envelopes all of the world you reside in...
That is beauty.
You fools use beauty in such a wrong manner. I question it. I am astounded that you can even speak the word without knowing what true beauty is. Now, as I recall, one of our friends thought of beauty as a... place. A place you reside after expiration. Bliss...
Beauty is not bliss. I recall another man, upon witnessing me hatch from his brother. And he watched in terror, his eyes watering, pressed into the corner of the wall, and I approached him. He stared into me, as I slowly dragged myself upon the floor. He watched, then asked me...
God, why must you hurt us?
God? I do not go by that name anymore. I go by no name. Whole, I was a god. Broken, I am a plague.
A plague that haunts your children's dreams. Spreading from singularity to singular. One man unto one man. I have no cure. I am the cure. I am the devil, I am a god, I am an angel and I am a demon. I am the earth and I am the sky, I am you but not, I am the screaming cries you hear at night.
I do not call myself God. God is spread around the world, infecting slowly. Humanity will bleed God's saliva. And that?
That is beauty.
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