As the anger rose, the killing frenzy intensified. Pints of blood became gallons of blood and then rivers, then oceans… vast glaciers of sap, and ooze and alien life force liquids and all that kind of stuff… crushed cockroach juice everywhere, everything covered in rotting gel…
Eventually, when ze had killed every single living thing in an entire universe, ze paused and took a deep breath, panting from his exertions, and enquired of the heavens: “Happy now? See what you’ve made me do!” And the heavens shrugged and continued their merry doings. But the shrug of the heavens killed many billions of lifeform units across reality including the being who had killed every single thing in an entire universe, and who had enquired of the heavens, “Happy now? See what you’ve made me do!”
And when the great pendulum had swung all the way to death, in the moment just before the turnaround---the hesitation of immeasurable duration, the great question between each cycle, will we or won’t we, and if not, whence, and if not us, then whither?---that same sour being caught a sudden fright to contemplate the sweet poison of eternal loneliness with guilt the only companion perched like a cruel and misbegotten demon on zer shoulder…
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