Beauty.
What an unexciting word.
The night, stars gleaming.
And faces, hidden in shadows.
How can an artificial light so ugly protrude the normally green grass?
What is that, there?
It has turned the grasses brown
Look again, double take.
An ugly demon.
The son of the devil himself
He lies upon the grass, he pities
No one.
He loves
No one.
He takes
Life
He dreams in black.
He takes the humanity, the soul, bit by bit like the nasty thing he is,
Drains our souls, slowly. Like that milkshake that’s too thick to take up in a few sips.
Killing us so slowly over the years.
Every tear you’ve ever cried
Every bloodshed
It thrives off of
Disgusting!
ALL OF IT!
And all hate!
Satan is teeming upon you.
Then you are dead...
Heaven or Hell my friend.
Choose wisely.
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