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A creature past the end of time:
There is nothing and I have destroyed it all Ideas such as pride have lost all meaning now I don't see the light anymore because it doesn't exist The darkness doesn't scare me, but there is the only thing that is I have faded into the darkness before, and I may do it again But is it the void, not the nothingness... It doesn't matter
One on one I was entering different worlds, different souls Death, was what came to them Damnation, ending of all they could even perceive No colors, no songs, no cries or voices, not even silence was spared It was like an urge, like a hunger to consume But I wasn't getting anything, I wasn't consuming Instead, I just killed it, I erased it It got a hold on me, it just pushed me to end it all To end me? I don't know, and to be honest I don't know if that would even be possible Since I exist outside of existence In other words, I don't, I am just the ending I can only "exist" when nothing does
I grabbed many necks and they all shattered I didn't feel it, I wasn't happy, I wasn't angry I always feel their pain, and I always cry It was what needed to happen, it was their finale I was never able to stop destiny I could never stop myself What are your eyes that do not see? Was I a puppet to of the orders outside of life and death Celestial realms, always playing with everyone as toys And I was too not spared
But I cannot say it didn't satisfy me That is the most wicked truth I may have been led and controlled even But the killing, I thrived on it I loved the blood on my face, always covering my body The last exhalations of prey The thrill of the hunt Of the running Of the persecution Violence and ultraviolence Not singing but in complete awe and shock at my brutality And I saw it in their eyes too, they enjoyed it The last moments of life The climax of their existence All delivered by me The ending was always in flesh Stray souls being devoured The colors, the clouds, the wind, the sole ideas All of them begone, into nothing Even space, even time