Love
I hate you. From your heart to your soul. Because you… are so ignorant. In your belief in this piteous ritual of human life. In your tears for them. Always you have been so weak to their world. Indulging yourself in their emotions, their cause. I remember this hate, pain, from a hundred years. You never knew… you… you cried because you heard the word monster. You never felt the pressure of being beaten, of someone weaker dominating you… lowering you… making you equal to their filth. Oh, I tried to protect you, teach you. But you never learned. I hear your voice in my head… still… drowning the logic into rage. That pure and wonderful rage that frees me from your primitive concept of guilt. I hear you… my catalyst… whispering in the corners of my mind, "I want to save them both." But you can't. Free the prey and the predator dies… there is no middle ground.
Yes, you set me free brother in your own insipid way… free from these voices that echo in my mind. She screams in my head, still. Telling you to protect me… take care of me. She is still here in my head… They, all of them are still here in my brain thundering in the quiet. I suppose you are free from that pain… basking in the glow of that feeling you shared with her, with them… that emotion of love. Yes, I suppose you truly loved her didn't you? More than me it seems, choosing a human over me… I who am like you. Who knows you, who can teach you. Even now you live on in a campaign of her ideals under a flag moist with her blood. Blood I spilt. Did she mean so much to you? That she could sway you against me? I would have let her live. To teach, to show. Let you see her as she grew old and her flesh rotted, let you see her death. But how could you learn? She was too much like you… or perhaps you are too much like her. Becoming like her and her kind, but they are not like us… they can not be as we are, we who are meant to judge, to purify, to create a perfect world. But you, you hold onto the concept of their innocence, a concept that can not truly exist. You share their emotions… their pain has become yours. Your sentimentality will kill you, brother.
And still I thought when she was gone you would return to me. Even after your final betrayal, when you attempted to 'take care of me.' A pity July was such a pretty town, in its own way. And we could make this planet what it should be. But no, you turned your back on me again brother, for her. And I watched as you witnessed their treachery and grew strong in the belief that someday soon you would give up hope for their salvation. But you found another… like her, only different. Does she know? Does she know about your Rem? You love her don't you brother. Do you love her enough to share with her the truth? About me? You try to hide from me these emotions, try to prevent me from seeing her face through your mind, her body. Are you afraid I will do to her what I did to the others? What I let happen to your Rem? Are you afraid that I will steal from her that innocence that you so treasure? That I will break her? Perhaps I will brother; she could make such good sport. Perhaps it I shall act on your desire for her, in your stead? I would, of course, allow you to hear her screams as I ravish her. As she cries out for you to save her. Would that be an appropriate lesson brother? You were never a very quick learner.
Perhaps I will brother… and you know you can not prevent me.
So filthy you have become. Didn't we promise to stay together? But now you hold these vermin close within your heart and not me… not I… I who am like you. But I will cleanse you of them brother, of her, both new and old. I will let you see… I will cleanse you in their blood brother, her blood brother and then you will see… then you will know… then you will learn of my love.
I hate you. From your heart to your soul. Because you… are so ignorant. In your belief in this piteous ritual of human life. In your tears for them. Always you have been so weak to their world. Indulging yourself in their emotions, their cause. I remember this hate, pain, from a hundred years. You never knew… you… you cried because you heard the word monster. You never felt the pressure of being beaten, of someone weaker dominating you… lowering you… making you equal to their filth. Oh, I tried to protect you, teach you. But you never learned. I hear your voice in my head… still… drowning the logic into rage. That pure and wonderful rage that frees me from your primitive concept of guilt. I hear you… my catalyst… whispering in the corners of my mind, "I want to save them both." But you can't. Free the prey and the predator dies… there is no middle ground.
Yes, you set me free brother in your own insipid way… free from these voices that echo in my mind. She screams in my head, still. Telling you to protect me… take care of me. She is still here in my head… They, all of them are still here in my brain thundering in the quiet. I suppose you are free from that pain… basking in the glow of that feeling you shared with her, with them… that emotion of love. Yes, I suppose you truly loved her didn't you? More than me it seems, choosing a human over me… I who am like you. Who knows you, who can teach you. Even now you live on in a campaign of her ideals under a flag moist with her blood. Blood I spilt. Did she mean so much to you? That she could sway you against me? I would have let her live. To teach, to show. Let you see her as she grew old and her flesh rotted, let you see her death. But how could you learn? She was too much like you… or perhaps you are too much like her. Becoming like her and her kind, but they are not like us… they can not be as we are, we who are meant to judge, to purify, to create a perfect world. But you, you hold onto the concept of their innocence, a concept that can not truly exist. You share their emotions… their pain has become yours. Your sentimentality will kill you, brother.
And still I thought when she was gone you would return to me. Even after your final betrayal, when you attempted to 'take care of me.' A pity July was such a pretty town, in its own way. And we could make this planet what it should be. But no, you turned your back on me again brother, for her. And I watched as you witnessed their treachery and grew strong in the belief that someday soon you would give up hope for their salvation. But you found another… like her, only different. Does she know? Does she know about your Rem? You love her don't you brother. Do you love her enough to share with her the truth? About me? You try to hide from me these emotions, try to prevent me from seeing her face through your mind, her body. Are you afraid I will do to her what I did to the others? What I let happen to your Rem? Are you afraid that I will steal from her that innocence that you so treasure? That I will break her? Perhaps I will brother; she could make such good sport. Perhaps it I shall act on your desire for her, in your stead? I would, of course, allow you to hear her screams as I ravish her. As she cries out for you to save her. Would that be an appropriate lesson brother? You were never a very quick learner.
Perhaps I will brother… and you know you can not prevent me.
So filthy you have become. Didn't we promise to stay together? But now you hold these vermin close within your heart and not me… not I… I who am like you. But I will cleanse you of them brother, of her, both new and old. I will let you see… I will cleanse you in their blood brother, her blood brother and then you will see… then you will know… then you will learn of my love.