The shadows that dwell in the Abyss

This road is silent and lonely. It begins long before you have the ability to distinguish right from wrong, good from evil… The seed of corruption takes root before you even have the chance to defend yourself. Then, you’re ostracized, invisible – dwelling in misery where the lightest colors are just mere shades of gray. And feel it too. There’s something profoundly different. And you are taught about love and happiness, sincerity and humility – yet you are ridiculed as weak, weird and wrong. You can feel their drilling looks on the back of your neck, oozing venom. And then, you decide to walk the whole nine yards. Just do away with everything that makes you human, and embark on a murderous rampage in the valley of the shadow of death. The final plunge into the abyss where’s no return therefrom.

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When all is said and done

When all is said and done, listlessness remains. It is the hell of dispassion, in a very real form. It offers that heavy peace, the peace of the graveyard – no beasts, no passion, no fury.

We were lied to. Be honest, be beneficent. Such treachery of the soul. It’s not the beneficence that makes this rotten world turn around. It’s our unadulterated malice and capacity for destruction. 

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The Aftermath

So many facets, falling in coruscating drops of kaleidoscopic flames. Each of those seems as real as us, standing on this precipice of chaos, yet all gossamer threads, sparkling with silvery silkiness, lead to the darker truth beneath. We are not good men, we have never been. We were made of things far less noble than the mask of piety we present to the world.

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