Glory in Decay

I'm beginning to realize that Hell really is empty... but the only demons here are the ones that reside within us. The deepest, darkest part of our soul is slowly blackening with hatred, & soon it will consume us. I guess you could say we're closing the cracks with black sticky tar so that no light may exist or shine through & corrupt our perfect sickness. We are becoming our own worst nightmare, & nothing but chaos & destruction will follow in our wake.

I wish I could pain a picture of put into words how incredibly liberating it is to be chosen for a purpose that only the strong could carry out. Nothing could possibly compare. We are the survivors. We are here to tear down the world, because we are the few that can see beauty in the ugly, the broken, & the decaying. There is no beauty in perfection or order. Only darkness.

One day we will have the pleasure of crawling in the ash & dancing in the burning remnants of the cities we will leave behind. Nothing can stop us. Hell is coming to our world, & we will rejoice in the screams of those that failed in their attempt to fight it.

Everything I'm Not Made Me Everything I Am

Lea-Georgina Taylor