I live. Again.
no
I speak to you now as a courier. I act as a missionary. I feel as a warrior.
I feel as a God.
Not yet. I have a burning inside of my stomach, a yearning to eat. No. To consume.
I am hungry for something else I cannot have? No, I must hunger for something else. All I have ever had was stripped and gutted. Taken. Must I seek what I have never had? What have I never had? I cannot recall mundane desires. It's unnecessary. I am unnecessary.
But I carry on.
stop
The leaking sieve is tracking its fingertips along the surface of my mind, its gluttony staining my soul like wine in a living room carpet. Simple. Easy to cover up and dismiss. I have a job to do.
I am incomplete. I must be made whole, for now that I lack the strings that have guided my sick disgusting fates I must find yet another thing to strip from me. What will it be
My eyes have witnessed atrocities uncounted.
My tongue has spit poison and wished death and lied.
My ears have heard screams and howls and curses and lies.
My skin has contained it all.
My skin.
Like a bag containing all of the stones piled upon me. A bag full of the ideas.
Ideas. Actions. Reactions. Consequences. Suffering.
Suffering.
My skin.
wait please
My skin
my skin
S T O P
S T O P
my skin
suffer my skin suffer
my skin my skin
my skin skin suffer
suffer skin my skin
s a v e
my skin suffering my skin skin
suffering
my skin m e
my skin suffering skin
skin skin skin
My skin.
Once I have stripped my prey of his I will wear it upon my own.
A uniform.
An effigy.
No longer a puppet.
I will be a theater
for suffering
next you hear from me i will call to you from the sky as a god upon his creation saying it is I almighty and for you there will be not a child spared not a tongue split not a soldier slain not a king in sight to command you for i am your king and will always be from this night forward you will kneel and pray and sacrifice and suffer for me
you will understand more soon. please do not forget me. i will never forget you.
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