and as you attempt to simplify things, and complicate them it becomes clearer to us all what a laughing stock of a pathetic creature you truly are short film indeed taste the pain of rejection bitter in your throat as this attempt fails just like everything else. we are all you have
In the frozen mountains of the north western continent, lies a festering wound in the earth. Crawling with larvae. A black cloud weeps from it’s maw, a sickly stench fills the air. A billion tiny black wings form an incomprehensible shape, a living shadow. As the cloud passes, trees are shredded to the husk, the grass is scorched black. Each insect is the size of a mans fist, a gobbet of rotten meat with a cruel six inch stinger. They swarm the rocky jungle searching for prey, which is mercilessly stung to unconsciousness or death, and brought back to the creatures underground hive. Those left alive have their flesh consumed, by hatched larvae, or have eggs planted deep within their bones, which when hatched consume the beast from inside. The hive is a system of tunnels extending an unknowable distance into the earth, with walls of muscle tissue, seeping pus, oily to the touch. As wide and dark as a subway tunnel. Coun...
and as i sit and ponder how my life was torn to shreds by the beast as it devours through scarred flesh the needle threads thus spoke the demon "death is but a part of it my sweet naive child, and yours will be so beautiful, five souls at once defiled. The black city in your heart is where your souls resides beside my throne of flesh and bone your darkness can come to hide" but i turned back to the window and saw nothing there at all the raven spoke once "nevermore" the claw and beak will call
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