Blaspheme of the Wolfbybabtizedinfire©
In human form.
I talk to God.
I search for strength where strength is said to be found.
And find nothing.
Is this truly his cathedral?
With hands folded, I chant mindless nonsense to the god of apathy.
The closest thing to sympathy may be the invisible tears dripping off the stone cheeks of angels.
Tears conjured by a child's imagination.
I storm out in defiance.
And accept the change.
The full moon rises and my instincts command me.
Eyes turn black as my muscles inflate.
Finger nails turn into claws teeth turn into fangs, and my once human body is covered in fur.
I become the beast.
And drained of all humanity.
With animal rage I lust for the blood that will stain the hands of a God that doesn't care.