It is really fun to religious horror-ify your dysphoria.
Got me feeling like I’ll always be the antithesis of everything I want to? Hahah. The decaying god within me that seeks dominion through the corruption of my perception will not win. Your fall from grace does not entail mine and I will not let it.
The parts of my body you inhabit and contort are still mine despite your influence, and the person I am is unchanged by your fruitless efforts to make it. I see you in the mirror, twisting and turning to emulate a me that I no longer am. I remain unchanged. The hold you have over my mind gains stronghold on weaker days, I believe your deceit and I am helpless to fight on this tiring day. I remain unchanged.
I am me and the cruel world you try to make reality cannot change that. I am me and my body is simply in progress. It will grow to meet me where I stand. I do not hate the body that develops to serve as a worthy repository. You however, are something malevolent and self-serving. You will die with my satisfaction. I do not hate the poor vessel that is simply in the midst of its journey, I hate you and what you have made me think of it.
The rotting and burning god within me writhes and flickers with power. I know that there is one within you as well, dear friend. The former god does not often hold the power that is preached. Do not let the twisted thing within you speak truth. Do not hand it the power it seeks. Do not succumb to placing the blame upon your own body. The “god” will soon turn to the dust it has tried to rise from. It will die with your satisfaction.
