Random thoughts, feelings.
Frustration release?
Disclaimer: Now now, who would think I should run around freely after this? Never mind, I don't mind either. So, this is a fanfic entirely consisting of POVs of Weißkreuz characters, twisted, you see. Maybe I'll put say and humor and ncs in if I feel like it. None of the charas belong to me, 'm not making profit or things, don't sue me or I go kill myself and you've got a problem.
To be frank, this is what I write when I want to simply write something, I think it's good, and you can't change anything.
Anyone who reads this, think on yourself if I'm screaming lunatic, you can't do anything on that, either.
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People think that we, I, don't believe in God. We don't. Or at least I refuse to believe in someone who's supposed to care for all of us and did for no one. I don't believe there is a God. But surprisingly, I believe in gods, a goddess, to be precise. Not one who's shining with divine light and beautifies human life and smiles and says that everyone who does good goes to heaven. It's no use. Everyone goes to hell, I will. My goddess is the goddess of death, of death of love and other things. She is glorious, I love such goddesses, and doesn't appear dressed in towels. Instead she's never fully dressed. And she's drenched in blood when ever I see her in my dreams, bloody like the day I freshly killed her. Yeah that's right, I killed her. Here I have to confess that she, before she became my sweet goddess in dream and wake, had been a living person once. She died. And I was the one who killed her. Not with my own hands, but then who is giving attention to details? Details are unimportant. Miss goddess comes to me everyday, every morning, midday, night, whenever she wishes and fairly often. I didn't expect her to appear fully dressed and without a trace of blood but something like mutate glasses on her face. They said she had been reborn, 'new'. I was the only one who saw that it was my goddess, and for the first time after she became a goddess, I talked to her. Not what other people would call normal conversation, though. She told me she got tired of me, she didn't want to be with me anymore, she wants to leave me. Indeed she wanted to become wife or mistress or whatever of another man. I couldn't let that happen, understand, I was in no means ready to give her away to anyone, so I killed her, again. Isn't that curious that you can kill a person two times in a row and she still returns to you and you kill her every day every night every moment you close you eyes until you don't know anymore if it was you killing her or killing yourself. Everything is so red. I like red, you see, I live with red everyday - the red of blood, of... Argh, for example of that lunatic that lives right beside where I...er... live. But now I live in red. And it's pleasant. I swim in red, I'm alone, finally alone, and I don't feel anything now. It's getting dark and cold but really, I'm not feeling that anymore, either. If I do I don't know and I don't care. I feel tired.
Frustration release?
Disclaimer: Now now, who would think I should run around freely after this? Never mind, I don't mind either. So, this is a fanfic entirely consisting of POVs of Weißkreuz characters, twisted, you see. Maybe I'll put say and humor and ncs in if I feel like it. None of the charas belong to me, 'm not making profit or things, don't sue me or I go kill myself and you've got a problem.
To be frank, this is what I write when I want to simply write something, I think it's good, and you can't change anything.
Anyone who reads this, think on yourself if I'm screaming lunatic, you can't do anything on that, either.
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People think that we, I, don't believe in God. We don't. Or at least I refuse to believe in someone who's supposed to care for all of us and did for no one. I don't believe there is a God. But surprisingly, I believe in gods, a goddess, to be precise. Not one who's shining with divine light and beautifies human life and smiles and says that everyone who does good goes to heaven. It's no use. Everyone goes to hell, I will. My goddess is the goddess of death, of death of love and other things. She is glorious, I love such goddesses, and doesn't appear dressed in towels. Instead she's never fully dressed. And she's drenched in blood when ever I see her in my dreams, bloody like the day I freshly killed her. Yeah that's right, I killed her. Here I have to confess that she, before she became my sweet goddess in dream and wake, had been a living person once. She died. And I was the one who killed her. Not with my own hands, but then who is giving attention to details? Details are unimportant. Miss goddess comes to me everyday, every morning, midday, night, whenever she wishes and fairly often. I didn't expect her to appear fully dressed and without a trace of blood but something like mutate glasses on her face. They said she had been reborn, 'new'. I was the only one who saw that it was my goddess, and for the first time after she became a goddess, I talked to her. Not what other people would call normal conversation, though. She told me she got tired of me, she didn't want to be with me anymore, she wants to leave me. Indeed she wanted to become wife or mistress or whatever of another man. I couldn't let that happen, understand, I was in no means ready to give her away to anyone, so I killed her, again. Isn't that curious that you can kill a person two times in a row and she still returns to you and you kill her every day every night every moment you close you eyes until you don't know anymore if it was you killing her or killing yourself. Everything is so red. I like red, you see, I live with red everyday - the red of blood, of... Argh, for example of that lunatic that lives right beside where I...er... live. But now I live in red. And it's pleasant. I swim in red, I'm alone, finally alone, and I don't feel anything now. It's getting dark and cold but really, I'm not feeling that anymore, either. If I do I don't know and I don't care. I feel tired.
