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Sep 04, 2007 16:56

Can you imagine... a devil wanders the earth, delighting in misery, tasting pleasure, dancing along, the wanderlust king... meets one of God's own... falls in love? Innocence and purity? He vaguely remembers the light, the sanctity of life, what it is to view the world with wide eyes full of wonder, fear ( Read more... )

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necromancer September 4 2007, 22:14:54 UTC
I knew you would appreciate the Osiris bit, hehe... Think classic evil. Dark rituals, eldritch things, digging graves in the late of the night... corruption began oh so long ago, now its just standard practice. Remember when you and I discussed the darkest of minds being hidden behind the most ordinary of faces? Sometimes it begins to leak out and the person realizes it... they go into a defense state... protecting what they have and releasing just enough, just enough to prevent it overwhelming the mind and soul.

Am I evil? I don't think so. But nor do crazy people think they to be crazy. At what point do we accept and acknowledge that we may in fact be evil? Is it a cat in a blender or is it when you are initiated into the Temple of Set? When you eat your neighbors or when you quietly pay homage to Astaroth in your closet? Is evil the heroin in your own veins or is it when you buy cigarettes for minors?

I am a very moral person. I know right and wrong in my own universe. In mine. It just doesn't always match others...

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necromancer September 5 2007, 05:18:25 UTC
You indulge my sense of ego, hehe. I agree though that any action or inaction can be fit into either grouping of good versus evil, it truly does depend where you are coming from and what it is you wish to see. It becomes tougher though when you hold it up to a light of what you expect proper or improper actions to be. To me, to "make up" an example, calling up Astaroth makes sense, it fits into the molding that is my world. Its a normal twisting of actions that fit my upbringing. Now hold it to the person that goes to church on Sundays and upholds family traditions of meals together and saying grace... it now seems darker, more out of place.

In the end though, damn right you love being my friend!!

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