BY THE WANING LIGHT, HE SNEERS IN A GRISLY LAUGH, * baring a bramble crown of artificial teeth. perhaps the truth is an uncut colocynth, too hefty in its full glory to swallow --- or perhaps it, too, is a lie, an illusionist consumed by his own vanishing act? is there a concrete answer to the undying question --- what is humanity, from where does it grow? nonetheless, he levels his gaze with her own, eyes bereft of benevolence. in a world drowned in sorrow empathy is merely a silhouette, a featurless concept. ❛ do tell. which part of you makes you more human than them? where does your soul reside? ❜ he points to the heap of scattered limbs, their parts now worthles, ravaged. why can’t you see this gruesome sight for what it is --- a statue of sin? he thinks, absently, his curiosity a snarling beast. is it that you are blind? had you been blinded and are living your life devoid of sight?
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