It has destroyed countless civilizations only to build countless others. It has sparked great acts and acomplishments that have contributed to the creation of mankind as we know it, but it has also preyed on the weakminded and almost brought about the destruction of the entire planet. You see it is ruthless in it's persuits and ambitions. Creation and destruction are all the same to it.
It is demon nor god. It is obsession and lust. It's design is perfect but it yearns to excel beyond and touch eternity. To be apart of it, even if for a moment is to have touched heaven or have suffered a thousand times over, screaming from the lowest pits of Hell. It works in illusions, it blankets your eyes with what you want to see, but all the while denying you the truth. All the while it feeds from you, without your knowledge.
It cares not your reaction from it's touch, it only desires to spread, infest, and feed. A paracite it is, leaching and feeding off mankind, demons and gods alike, so that it can continue to live on. No one is safe from it. It consumes little by little eating away at your body and soul. It gorges on your power and mind, leaving you in a trance, suggestable to it's fancy.
An enemy and a friend it gives you pleasure and misery alike, but denies you freedom. It is sidistic in it's destruction. Nothing the gods, demons, or man has ever done can compare to it's glory and molevolence.
I hide, my slim and frail structure from it's overwealming girth and endless mass. It has hunted me through great spans of time. It is ageless! Why can I not escape this deadly stalker of life and freedom. I do not want to be apart of it or affected by it decieving lies. This cruel entity that shows you what you should not see. What sickening, peverted pleasure does it see in my destruction. This eternal virus of mankind, this plague that has killed billions, this sickness called Love...
It is demon nor god. It is obsession and lust. It's design is perfect but it yearns to excel beyond and touch eternity. To be apart of it, even if for a moment is to have touched heaven or have suffered a thousand times over, screaming from the lowest pits of Hell. It works in illusions, it blankets your eyes with what you want to see, but all the while denying you the truth. All the while it feeds from you, without your knowledge.
It cares not your reaction from it's touch, it only desires to spread, infest, and feed. A paracite it is, leaching and feeding off mankind, demons and gods alike, so that it can continue to live on. No one is safe from it. It consumes little by little eating away at your body and soul. It gorges on your power and mind, leaving you in a trance, suggestable to it's fancy.
An enemy and a friend it gives you pleasure and misery alike, but denies you freedom. It is sidistic in it's destruction. Nothing the gods, demons, or man has ever done can compare to it's glory and molevolence.
I hide, my slim and frail structure from it's overwealming girth and endless mass. It has hunted me through great spans of time. It is ageless! Why can I not escape this deadly stalker of life and freedom. I do not want to be apart of it or affected by it decieving lies. This cruel entity that shows you what you should not see. What sickening, peverted pleasure does it see in my destruction. This eternal virus of mankind, this plague that has killed billions, this sickness called Love...
tatum:
Lord, how adorable are you!!