I left Christianity because I wanted to be a moral person. That is why I left. I no longer believed in its lies.

God, what is it like to be You and hear all those people all the time everywhere, begging, imploring, calling out for anything and anyone?

It was as if when I looked into his eyes I was standing alone on the edge of the world...on a windswept ocean beach. There was nothing but the soft roar of the waves.

He had never expected death to be this quiet, this secretive, this easy.

Hell's Bells ringing, my secret music.

as they die, the ones we love, we lose our witnesses, our watchers, those who know and understand the tiny little meaningless patterns, those words drawn in water with a stick. And there is nothing left but the endless flow.

Garden of Pain, I need you. What were the songs of beasts to the cries of sentient souls?