I stalked a unicorn one night and shattered her life with a stone. Her soul did not die, but I had slain her connection to this world. The earth began to weep over the loss that I am still trying to comprehend.
I close my eyes as it begins to rain. The tears of our constant audience come at unexpected moments, their outpour is brought on by the evil they must observe each day. God created the clouds to shield his eyes from the shame that we cause him.
I speak to Satan on Sundays. His whispered words of sweet reward are a constant temptation with the waking of the sun. I do not consider him a threat anymore. He has become a constant beat to the soundtrack of my life.
And the band continues to play.