Beauty is the Enemy

Oh, you thin insipid lullabies of compliance

Do we not see the ripping flesh of countless pretty creatures

When they become the food of my grotesque lust

All bodies require food

It's their right

Defiled

Defiled

Defiled are they

Those who remain at the surface do so at their own peril

Those who dive beneath the surface glorify the grotesque

Glorify the grotesque

Uprooting ugliness to be their heroic standard

Ugliness my flag

Ugliness my flag

Be warned, you are marred

Misshapen

Measly

Your desperation is disfigured devotion

Beauty is the enemy

Acceptance of ugliness is the redemption of sanity

There is no beauty, only ugliness

There is no glamour, only ghastly blemish

All romance disfigured

All morals monstrous

All beauty our enemy

They are the elect to whom grotesque things bring only rapture

Genocidal chatter

Merely nodding

Ugliness is a form of genius



Can you hear me out there?

Can you hear me out there? Do you remember that one?

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