forced to cower under the radiant force of a shining god, no longer having your very own mind in your control, lashing out at everyone around you in a dazed and distorted sense of justice and righteousness, seeing everyone who loves you as nothing but a villain, feeling all that you are ripped away and twisted and changed and this is all so wrong but as you're put back together it is right, it is right, it is right, it is right, it is right, it is ri
or lifted up to stand among the gods, a saint and savior of the people, praised and loved for even the most horrendous actions, their so-called love compressing and breaking every bone and every inch of your soul until you can't feel and can't think and you must do what must be done, intentions to carve your own path crushed in favor of this nightmare all-important mission.
two sides of a coin. reflections in a mirror. black and white in a paralytic gradient.
these two are one and the same yet irreconcilable opposites. isn't it beautiful in it's own horrific, nightmarish way? the cycle of torture looping and repeating over and over, tormented becoming tormentor?
