Yeah...This one is...Yeah...I kind of want to turn this one into a book.
- For all that exists a far greater amount does not, this imbalance in frailty and purpose is what brings about creation. The humans once believed that such genesis was called for since the very beginning. Their thoughts and ideas being the catalyst that would echo for eternity with their shadows etched into the walls. The cave scorched by their fires and universe eclipsed by their love and devotion. These ashes on the lethargic and stagnant winds are mourned by none as there is no such concept as sorrow. The great mist obscuring all that was once the beauty of nature showing only the artificial shadows of monstrosities hidden within. Fiends with warped and broken bodies that join and disperse without any law. Forms without a care for the manifestations of God for it is dead. The massive black pustular body leaking from the spire it is still impaled on. Eyes of omniscience now discharging the care which gave way to all of life. Death now paving over this omnipresence as dark hands claw from the edges of the fog tearing away the engorged one piece by piece. Flesh tearing and flaying about as garnished fangs fed everlasting hungers. The wrath of a deity would be provoked by this abomination yet anger no longer could occur. The grunts and mating calls in the valleys and rivers gave way to revelry over physical wants without any pleasure. A conception against the will of any yet none were left to oppose. Justice was a figment now lost in the pools and primordial waters left imprinted from certain acts. Time which never spawned watched as little webbing and growths grasped at the edges. Land was hidden yet still creatures could harness it for their uses. Bones gimping and dwarfing the many structures of man pulled bit by bit from he who was fed upon by all. Its pain no longer necessary as nothing could feel. The orbs of sunken sockets darted about despite the futility as light could no longer cast the darkness we feared. As such fear no longer existed while all was understood. The only reminder and persevering spirit being that of white barked spirals fleeing the shroud. Their limbs and arms stretched out towards space in the hope of escape. The damned merely used these as staging points to reach their source, that dark tainted meat ensuring generations yet to come. Nothing went noticed as prejudice faded only allowing basic needs. Mannerisms became replaced by the instincts of snouts and claws that dug and gnawed at the mother itself until the heart was reached. This powerful heated plasma spilling out and finishing off those which attempted this pitiful existence on the dead world. The trees offered refuge but the fire consumed all. Finally God remained as the last of the seas rose absorbing it into the muck. The thousand boiling eyes and million mouths opened towards the stars above which faded from existence in glorious shows of power. It was the last, finally the taint wiped away while the cold came and washed over the storm. Finally it was calm as there was nothing left to kick or scream, trying to escape its womb and become its own being. There was nothing to hate, nothing to fear, nothing to believe, nothing to worry, nothing to need, nothing to want, purification had been found.