Sunday, February 4, 2024

4/2/2024

 4/2/2024, Sunday

6:40 p.m.


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oh, and they loved him so much. they observed his every move, watched over him. protected his lifeforce as their integrity crumbled away. they kept him safe as their halo drooped with each passing day. they observed the humans he loved, and endeavored to be better than them; more deserving of his love than those cretins. they saw his gaze linger in the eyes of those others. they never understood why, and asked their God, "wherefore doth those creatures gazeth into another's eyes?" God replied, as gently as ever, with understanding twinkling behind those omniscient eyes, "thy human felt love therein." so they formed a hundred pairs of eyes, each pair larger than the next. this way, their love would love them hundredfold.

another day, they watched him receive some statue, not unlike the ones fashioned in their image. they saw him stand with his features upturned, in what seemed like joy. he then rushed, to embrace another of his kind, and it too, wrapped its arms around him. they did not understand this- why would these creatures hold another close, if they felt joy? was joy not found in emancipating those sinners from the gift of Life, all those who stood against Oneself? they found themselves turning to their God yet again, looking for answers. they expressed their confusion, to which God, with his infinite compassion, repeated his answer, "thy human felt love therein." so, they grew a hundred wings, with feathers softer than the clouds filling them in. now, their human would feel love in their embrace too.

oh, but Fate plays cruel tricks. and they were no such exception to Her will. one night, as the wind laid low, they appeared in his abode -their shrine- to finally, finally love him. but they never understood why, their beloved, wailed and trembled upon laying his eyes upon their form. at this, they felt an ugly twist in their being.

did they not craft themselves to his liking, so they too, may be loved by him?


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