I’m not a monster, I’m a messenger with a warning, though at times I stutter.
It's like a high when it feels like my lips are blocked by an invisible force shield, at the same time the fatigue is pinching my veins, I fall on my knees but I don’t. I am just a hellhound lurking in my introspective, nostalgic element.
It’s ecstasy.
Am I a villain or am I heroic? I do Satan's bidding for which I am dearly loved by him, and I love him.
We are above humans, though we live beneath them. Their feet shuffle and beat with rhythms of unrest and that is music to our ears. When their time comes and their business is left unfinished because God had not been kind with time, we offer them solace in a quiet sanctuary like ours, away from the noise of the confused relationship of human and God's.
You are welcome to join.
It's like a high when it feels like my lips are blocked by an invisible force shield, at the same time the fatigue is pinching my veins, I fall on my knees but I don’t. I am just a hellhound lurking in my introspective, nostalgic element.
It’s ecstasy.
Am I a villain or am I heroic? I do Satan's bidding for which I am dearly loved by him, and I love him.
We are above humans, though we live beneath them. Their feet shuffle and beat with rhythms of unrest and that is music to our ears. When their time comes and their business is left unfinished because God had not been kind with time, we offer them solace in a quiet sanctuary like ours, away from the noise of the confused relationship of human and God's.
You are welcome to join.
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