| Subject: ¿|XxX|?... I am the life of death ...?|XxX|¿ |
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The Slayer
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Date Posted: 16:45:49 11/17/01 Sat
I don't want to be changed. I'll never fall to the hands of weakness. I am of death, not life. You think I'm wrong? Just ask me.
+Python slithers from hindquarters, suspended just before slashing blades of terrain, tendrils of wiry silk sprouting from muscular end of hind accessory. Hocks were wounded time and time again my tassel, though blundering of hooves against terrain was enough to satisfy painless annoyance. Organs of soil were left behind each snapping footfall, bony texture shocking earth with bolts of clouded lightning, vibrations carrying themselves with equipped feeling against each tendon of appendages falling so loosely from cannon. Oculi lacerated surroundings, unable to find anything but turmoil, leaving charcoal organ to rest peacefully within the glowing pits of Hell built strategically within cage of vixen. Light had long since rotted away in the deep hollows of optics, plug pulled from sockets and now replaced with a darker, fatal form of ferocity. Sanity was a far off dream to such a blackened world, femme unable to speak a single sentence that was not laced with some deadly form of poison. Most would go insane if left to so much solitude, though beast felt stronger locked within thick catacombs, not tortured by daylight and those with hearts who wanted to “change” her. But this was one heart unable to be touched. Wars could be fought against invisible foe, but darkness would never cease to exist, and ogre would forever be left in peace with her mindless torture, endless parade of turmoil, and heart of blackened steel…+
You might call me insane. But to me, insanity is just a way of seeing things clearly. It is you who are blinded. Life isn’t happiness. It’s pain. It’s torture. Life is death.
† The Slayer †
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