There once was a time,
full of laughter and rhyme,
of so much dancing and singing,
until the ears were left ringing.
A time full of festive spirits & feasts,
but then there came the beasts.
They destroyed stability, harmony, and order,
and brought chaos, hate, and apocalypse.
They blew out the warm and beautiful light,
and assaulted the weak and innocent,
the angels tried to maintain peace,
and resisted with all their desperate might.
They tried to revert back to love,
believing in their deities from above,
but the outsiders; the strangers; the intruders didn't
let them, they obliterated them; it was a
massacre. Their blood graced the air with its dark
presence, it flew into the air in pained agony. It
scattered through the wind like frantic petals of
a dying rose. We loved it. It was such a pleasure.
We ***** them in any way possible; their minds,
their hearts, their souls, their beliefs, their hope,
their bodies. Everything. And we loved every
part of it. Every moment they screamed. Whether
it be physical, emotional or spiritual pain. We loved
it all. We loved it. You loved it. I loved it.

Once upon a time, holy souls roamed freely,
and we devoured them hungrily.

Because,

we're the monsters, the beasts, the demons,
the devils, the condemned, that God created.