Diabolus ex Machina

Killing people is
not as easy as it sounds.
Do you understand?

Chosen to me
by that little girl, you say?
I don't think so, dear.

Which reminds me of
all the pain and suffering
and loneliness too.

No worries, my love!
I will protect us against
that evil monster!

Yes, I am talking
about that little girl that
you said chose those men.

Syllables are not
making any fucking sense
at least in English.

Some are too short and
the rest are too frigging long
though they look so short.

And you, my darling,
do you wanna know how to
make some chocolate cake?

I doubt there is a
reason to believe me as
such an idiot I am.

Old French adjectives
are still going to vanish
as I hunt them down.

Even though that makes
even less sense and hurts me
for they are too old.

I wonder whether
you have started to wonder
whether I did so. :3

But that would be too
simple and rational to
be in this world.

This world of wonders
and wanderers and odd fish
that float through the air.

Just ask me to stop
if you feel harassed, empty
or just out of space.

I will listen to
your moans and growls as I fly
myself to my dreams.

That was not supposed
to sound as dirty as it
ultimately did. ._.

Imagination,
it's a blessing and a curse
from my point of view.

Actually that
does not mean that I don't like
the whole concept, right?

Was it because my
pure enthusiasm lead us
into some trouble?

The Queen must be so
very, very angry with me, and she
has the right to be.

After all, I did
kill her parents and slaughter
all her children too.

It doesn't matter,
anyhow, what we choose to
follow if not you.

You are the key, dear.
You are our salvation or
our devastation.

It is not for you
to decide which one you'll be
or what you shall do.

I am quite sure that
you will finally enter
the vault of our souls.

It has been foreseen
by many soothsayers, and
they are never wrong.

Now it is your time
to sleep, to dream the deepest
of dreams, to be god.

That you are indeed,
godlike when you sleep and dream,
dreams of better days.

Days that will never
come and see us in this place
of oblivion.

Memories, feelings,
the dreams of forgotten beings,
they all are gone now.

Eaten by the void,
the void that hungers for more,
for your holy blood.

Its lust for power
has blinded its eyes for good,
and it can't see you.

That's why you are safe.
As safe as you can be here,
in this world of pain.

The pain eternal,
the pain of pain itself, yes,
the pain of the gods.

And as one of them,
you will surely know the pain.
The pure suffering.

Oh how rotten words,
the anguish and depression.
They are not good words.

They are false words, lies.
If you can close your ears now,
they will go away.

They will sleep and dream
as if they were only dreams.
But can dreams dream too?

What if dreams were just
metaphors for other words,
like lies are for thruth?

Indeed, the lies are
words of truth for you cannot
get any closer.

Closer to the truth,
closer to the key, closer
to the god, to you.

And all that they see,
in the end, they realise
that god is no man.