Do you think there is something inherently evil about being human?
Is there a place within ourselves that's joyful and frightening at the same time?
A beauty that lies in the ugliness of our moddled souls?
Reincarnations of lives into something incredible and new.
Fresh starts for the worst kind.
The most terrible events known followed by the birth of the most wonderful thing on the planet.
The destroyer of worlds as much a part of our transcendent beings as god.
Crestfallen snow glowing orange in the flames of a phoenix.
Standing on the cusp of some dark object greater in magnitude than any stone god could lift.
Teetering on the edge, at the brink of humanity.
Like a child's toy fallen fromly his freshly expired little fingers.
The glow of half lit faces staring in obsession.
The fear and sweat, sickly sweet on the lips of the walking damned.
And but what for else?
But love, the handle and chain to pull fear from its velvet depth.
Holding on to the impenetrable strand of humanity that causes the divine spark.
Igniting the flames with its flawless energy.
Streams of silver and lights washing over the globe.
As humanity moves through the ash of all its destroyed.
