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Rhythm of the Immoral
By Ajora


A Boy.


Nay.


a monstrosity, an abomination, an atrocity.

the most dangerous beast, one created from the ashes of order and logic,
nursed as an infant by the blood of sows and later nourished by the flesh of the righteous.

hidden under the guise of his logic and morality It matured
It brought to fruition an apostle of Doom inside of this vessel of a boy;
his very own soul betrayed himself and doomed his friends.

As the snake in the Garden of Eden, it tempted the innocent ones.

to be a tribe. to have fun. to hunt. To kill.

kill, the animal.

kill, the innocence.

kill, his comrades.

a disorderly procession of chaos, it unleashed unto this lost paradise.

It wreaked havoc in darkness, it destroyed by shadow.

The Apostle possessed a strong magic that was woven into a seemingly playful chant…

"Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood! Do him in!"


(Note, the last line of the poem which was a quote was from the novel Lord of the Flies by William Golding.)

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