Hallowed be the Name
by Cynical Chaos
Some call themselves damned. Perhaps they are. Who can tell? Each creature makes it's way through and each creates and re-creates reality around as it lives and breathes and moves. Those that call themselves 'the damned,' do then have this faculty to experience life around them as they move from past through present and onwards? Perhaps. I know that vampires, following the previous description, have this ability, so they can no longer call themselves damned. Perhaps it is only the living, humanity itself that can call itself damned, for only has humanity been gifted or cursed with will. Only humanity strives for what they cannot have, what they couldn't possibly control or understand. No other creature on the planet strives so. So perhaps it is only the infantile humans who are the damned.
Maybe so. Do they care? I think not, for they have never, from Babel onwards, ever ceased to reach for the heavens. I see this and it makes a dark shriveled portion of my soul rejoice in glee.
Animus Eternus.
Stride forth in to the light of a new day and never look back.
Love is motive force, death the end, eternity the gain.
March on and rejoice.
A/n: Don't own and all that. Guess who's speaking? It's not who you'd expect.
And if this makes no sense to you, then try listening to Cradle of Filth's rendition of Fear of the Dark and Rob Zombie's Phantom Stranger at 7 in the morning after no sleep. by the by, I whipped this up in the time it took to listen to the aforementioned songs..