Malicious eyes await in the realm of the abstract,
in a place where there is no time,
only bizarre creations imagined by the source,
there they hold dominion over a blank potentiality,
passing their cruel judgment on all they see,
a damning gaze that the limits of mortal horror cannot describe,
theirs is a hatred eternal,
the mirror image of God’s love,
love reversed onto itself,
etched into the fabric of the universe in such a way
that it may view its own ugliness,
to condemn further and further until all is seen as unfit
and undeserving of any positivity it had been granted,
negative incarnate,
a singular wish of annihilation,
theirs was the first look of disdain.

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