Beautiful

I am not one of those poor beasts who long for the Father. I do not wish for the lost ethereal beauty give to Heaven’s hosts. I am beautiful! Behold, my cracked bleeding lips, my eyes made from the darkest embers of hell, my skin rough, and darker then the blackened hide of burnt flesh. I long for the blood of the sinful humans! They make me beautiful! The flesh of a cold murder, the organs of a rapist, and the sweet eyes of an abortionist all bring me delicious tastes of malice. I shudder and sigh, and hold these mortals close to me with wonderful reverence, so blessed is the sin; it makes me beautiful. I am beautiful because I am horrible. I shall be rewarded by The Great Fallen Star. He will love me and hold me close to his breast because I am beautiful in my deeds and face. I am beautiful.