posted on May, 20 2016 @ 11:39 PM
Embers blew my way where I was still, kneeling before the world. This my time of fulfillment when lashes and a gallow awaited me. I knew not pain, I
knew not hatred, not bitterness. I hated you all.
No I knew it not. The moon full in the heavens as the bosom of my beloved who for her love to me, I payed treason. And my words, I seek beauty, but
demand meaning. All of it is true. Treason. Now they shall hang me.
And I do hold hatred for you, all of you. I held my arms out as if to take you into embrace, but I hold a knife in my sleeve. See. I love. And I kill
that which I love, and all the beings that I love and I tear down all the towers and burn all the bridges. I tear away at all the love you could give
me. For I know not pain, not hate, not bitter. I know it not and so love. Love ought not be mine.
This gallow ought be mine, no more. Perhaps even this too much for such a wicked soul.
My body now hangs, limply, and no man shall bring it down. It shall rot for an eternity till only bones and a skull remain. Soon, this will be me in