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She cuts me like a dagger. Her eyes shearing my perspective to a trance of sublime. The erie in the air smells like blooming roses. captivating and atoneable this is beauty. True beauty.

How it hurts.

The pain is one of staggering exhaustion. Wading through a desert of barreness to find yourself staring at an oasis that cannot be touch. Your dirty hands cannot and will not be allowed to infect it. It taints you. You're an abomination reeking and seeking what cannot and must not be yours.

You feel disgusting watching yourself fall apart across the planes of the immaterial world around you. Picking yourself apart to get rid of the filth. By doing so you end up blind and worse than before, opening wounds and letting infection creep in.

So hopless but you keep going, filth and all. Distgusting and pestilent you crawl forward, your carcass falling apart to whatever hungers for you. Seeking completeness, redemption, validation you are not in denial while knowing full well its hopeless. Theres nothing you can do but crawl.

In the name of beauty! We salute you!

Hundreds of heralds gather to watch you crawl, they scream and shout your name, your martyrdom will be remembered! Your victory will be etched in gold and monuments across eternity. Your sheer instinct and will is accounted among the few!

Your eyes fall out. Your tongue slices in half. Your intestines are consumed by flies. All for you! All for my beauty! My love! my oasis! Pain for the martyrdom! Pain for VALIDATION!

The lights fade! How they left me! ABANDONED! FORGOTTEN! FOR THE MARTYRDOM! FOR SACRIFICE! IN THE NAME OF BEAUTY!

Your disgusting carcass is left on the dunes of oblivion. Your demise is met with satisfaction. The oasis disappeared! Forgotten and stolen by another! Whose will was it? The gods laugh at your feeble body..  Whats left of it.

Here you shall roast for eternity with the hundred suns baking you into the eternal sand you shift and move as though you were nothing but a distant memory of faith and zeal. Your whispers are carried through the winds as your bones disintegrate. All are one, one is all. Hail to the martyr! Hail to eternity! Hail to devotion!

Etched you are across the immaterium. A particle that dosent exist. Forever seeking what cannot be sought forever hoping to achieve what cannot be achieved. The discords of your energy bear no fruit. In the name of the martyr! for beauty! For fullfillness!

Negative. A full eclipse of negativity. Anger and frustration! Fear and regret! YOU EXIST FOR ME! MY WILL! IN THE NAME OF THE MARYTR