Some days, no matter how good a day it was, I hate myself. It comes over me like a slow tide. First chiding me for having fun. Reminding me of all of the things that I've done to hurt others. Pointing out that I'll always be alone. Shouting out all of the darkest thoughts. Screaming in my face that I should just give the fuck up. Then whispering that it's too late, I already gave up long ago.
Let us pray:
Lord, let the suffering end, in your brutal wretchedness, let there be famine, in your malevolent despise, let there be plague, in your numbing apathy, let there be war, and in your malicious glory, let there be death. For the world turns to your will, O' Lord, the world bows to your burning glare. Call forth your foul beast and cast him on a dying world. Call up your Harlot so she can begin the end of man. Unleash your foul avatars so they can blow their glittering horns. Tear down the seals so the Apocalypse can begin. Please, O' Lord, we beseech of you, bring forth your justice on the mortal realm. Let Earth turn into the abattoir of Mankind. Let your cleansing fire burn the surface of this paradise free from the taint of man.
Amen.
