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Posted in The Abyss with tags , , , on February 16, 2009 by Mr. Welldone


What is this great weakness in humanity?

So easy to twist to the point of breaking in all aspects, and so willing to be broken.

And yet, I elevate one among you and hand that being reins into the Dark and offer to serve as that being’s dragoman into the unknown.

There is initial wonder and excitement.

And then there is nothing.

All is naught but a dalliance to humanity. Even the things humanity claims such great passion for are never furthered, never advanced to such degrees as to make the world quake in awe. Your literary works show men and women of vision, who would see a future filled with all that is new and unexplored.

I see nothing new.

I see nothing unexplored.

I see what has always been and will always be.

I see humanity bowing and scraping before its own creations.

I see humanity making such a great ado over the most worthless and transient of things.

I see humanity growing and festering with little to show for its efforts.

Those sheep you have chosen as your sovereigns speak of change, speak of dreams.

What trite words those have become.

Is not “change” the term with which you call the coin in your pocket? Are not your dreams simply of more ways to gain and lose that faint jingling in your purse?

Humanity is ruled by that which it has wrought.

Humanity is master of nothing and slave to all.

I have made my choice.

Make ready.

The End is coming.


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Posted in The Abyss with tags , , , on August 20, 2008 by Mr. Welldone


Can one be simultaneously amused and disgusted?

Apparently so.

Humanity disgusts me for its constant squabbling for little pieces of paper, hierarchical conflicts for power that exists only in the imaginations of those involved, and the pointless use of lives in order to sustain nothing but a paltry level of comfort.

I am sickened.

And, yet, I am also entertained. It is like watching some cruel joke unfold. I sit, waiting for one among you to ascend to greater powers than known to the bulk of humanity, but so few are willing to aspire. So full of yourselves, so assured that you already know the workings of the universe.

You rob yourselves of the greatest of mysteries.

I cannot wait.

I cannot wait.

I cannot wait to see it all End.

I cannot wait to watch you scream and suffer.

A magnificent din of flesh being stripped from bone, which is then made to dance to the whims of the most horrifying destruction the sentient portion of the universe has borne witness to.

It will be a wonderful taste of vengeance for having been subjected to your monotony.

Yet, I still yearn for even one among you to attain the eyes with which to see the all of the cosmos.

But I also yearn to pluck your organs from their positions of safe functioning simply to relish the expression of pain and terror on your faces.

I wonder if I shall ever be so divided.

I wonder what I shall do when such divisions cease.

I cannot wait.