And he smiled

And he smiled at the thought,
Not of their suffering, No, But
For their sickened nods of
surrender

He took care not to disturb the
Remaining vestiges of
Privacy, for he cared not of
Perverted acts on Immodasty

He was Becoming.
A form unknown, yet
Ever Present and lurking.
He demanded much of His
Host, and giving little as
A sign of good will.

Lateral cuts, placed properly on
The neck, produced terrific
Sounds of the deadliest death calls
To ever have been issued forth from
A mans depths.

Two more secondary cuts, and
The whistling stopped, long enough
Though to be replaced with the sounds
of blood entering at high velocity
Into the lungs.

And through all the display of
Unreal strangulation, He sat.
And Smiled. For His time had come
His face, bearing the expression of
The Wordly Scholor and Mentallay
Insane alike, soon changed to that of
Transfiguration.
He was going to be One. Yin and Yang.
Good and Evil. Love and Hate.
All In One.

And yet, a pause. Thoughts turn
quickly, to scenes of pure
Ecstasy.
As quickly as it arrived,
It vanished.

The corpse lay still,
Too Still for His purpose
His time was Gone
And fear rose within Him,
Choking with an acidic
Smell
As pungent as burned
Flesh on an open fire.
In his ears the sound of light
Rain on stretched Canvas
As he choked and drowned
In his thoughts of utter
Desolation

And upon His Death, the last
Words he thought spew forth:

Il cuore e l'anima dell'uomo possono non essere calmati mai finchè dalla malvagità, l'ordine, la prosperità, legge, (perfetta) fiorisce. Soltanto con la corruzione è l'uomo perfetto.

("The heart and soul of man can never be stilled from evil, as long as order, prosperity, lawfulness, (UTOPIA) flourish. Only with Corruption is man perfect.)"

And He smiled.