Decadence

[Oicha]

She watches. I am her perfect child. She watches with anticipation over every decision I make. She does not guide, she simply. Watches.

The swirling vortex of the unworthy reaches out for me. Calling, pleading for my love.

Yes, they are unworthy.

Less than human.

But I will love them all, in this abyss of decadence.

You pigs in the guise of humans, you who would claim experiences that I have yet to experience myself. I will love you all.
I am her perfect child after all. The offspring of love itself. I will not be denied. All will know my love.





Those who do not know the love of the goddess. Rejoice, I am your saviour. I am perfection given form. Fit to take on the love of all the world. You will soon know that you are nothing to me, and beg for my love. You will join the mass of outstretched hands which fills this abyss.
If you but peek into the abyss, you will reach the pleasure of your own flaws and depravity, as you are drowned by a whirpool of sweet nectar.
Is this your punishment? Or your reward? Questions and answers that swirl forth from naivety. 
Join my fleeting dream of decadence.

Come, all thee sinners, and know that you are loved. You are human. In this unprincipled realm I will create, you will know what it truly means to be human. Cast off the shackles of the false gods and join me in the debauchery. She who Thirsts will welcome you with outstretched arms, as will I.

No matter who you are.

How unworthy you are.

How sub-human you are.

I will love you.

It is who I am.

I am perfect.