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Jul 09, 2005 19:45


  The arrangement, was quite asthetically pleasing.



The first, of a girl who's life I was unable to save. Being in the position that I hold, they entrusted me with her life. I threw her away. Her face, assymetrical. God's imperfections go not unrepented.



The second, a low flower drowning beneath the pressure of a thousand tons of still water. This image a painstaking reminder of all the heavy burdens I'd laid upon others. With great power comes great mishap. I'd beaten them relentlessly when they did not obey.



Third. Was a picture of my mother, and of my son. One person, yet the likeness of each of my two kin surpassing the other. What can I say, I'd let them die for my cause.



Then there was a framed image of...so many undescribable sights! The colors of that I'd never laid eyes upon and designs that twisted into beings and ideas and powers all together on one canvas. This was  not a portrait of heavens, but of everything that is more. This was all that I'd failed to believe in. My soul was on this canvas. Next to love.



After the last I was humbled, to next turn upon an image of an eye with a nail driven through it. Though clearly and thoroughly maimed, the eye did not blink, did not bleed, or in any way falter from it's point of interest on the far wall. To all the children I lied to, lead astray. To all the women and men who followed me blindly into the pit of hell and damnation I lead them. I controlled their exposure to life, thus derived from them their freedom of thought and I dragged them to hell with me. To them was this fifth portrait dedicated.



The last frame held a picture not like the others. It was entirely not a picture of any sorts; the last frame housed a relection.



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