When God dies, I grow a little bit smaller… and I grow very, very bitter. I become spiteful, angry, resentful.. I am without compassion. I become a monster filled with vengeance… sadistic, tormented, incapacitated … I am without mercy.

It leaves a void inside that cannot be filled, draining every last remnant of divinity…. making me less human… making me more beast.

The beast was here all along…

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