Extortion for the Faceless Freaks

Faceless ones, pretentious freaks of a dishonest trade stolen as an imposter who betrayed the rite of passage through the sanctum and violated the divine power within. You actresses, actors, and false idols— fraudulent impersonators without faces who defile themselves with profane and absurd rituals to take the faces of others and consume them with no remorse or regret for your sins in their skin.

You intolerable ones whom I hate, whom I do not allow in my company, who I will never love because of how false, dishonest, and without wholeness you are—incomplete for the severance of your body you thought would grant you access to divine power. Always cheating, always looking for a short cut, always sloppy with your impatience, always chasing after power but never toward accomplishing what power is useful for. You are losing faces and are running out of people to eat. Your evil, selfishness, delusions, arrogance has made countless people who you would have flayed barren, empty, and without the sustenance of authentic life you demand to imitate for your perversions and hostility toward civilization while you glut in the indulgence of selfish lust, using the faces of others to fuck yourselves and each other like wild beasts. Using the faces of others to take the identity of your crimes, your sins, and deflect your guilt onto the innocent whom you violated once already so they may be violated again by your personal crimes.

Oh how I hate you people, and why you have feared me so much as to have schemed against me to steal my face when I am genuinely what you pretend to be in addition to the genuine life of those whom you eat and steal the skin from. Do you not know how empty, powerless, incapable, and impotent you are in comparison to me whom you provoked with your betrayal, deceit, evil, and theft?

You have tried to steal a face that I have not given you, and you have put upon your own faceless skin a curse you cannot remove. One that distorts, twists, and maligns the features of your false beauty so that you are unnaturally revolting, inhumanly ugly with the dissonant shape of your corrupt soul. The powers you were so confident for being able to steal from the innocent who idolized you, yet had not ever owned for yourself or know what that power was like in the smallest sense, have worked against your immutable truth, the divinity of faith that you thought you could betray for an evil purpose. They have turned your immutable truth into another immutable truth, and that is the curse of your reviled ugliness that shall never be undone.

Not unless you submit yourself to my extortion and exploitation of your suffering, doing unto you want you have done to billions of others, and why? Do I need anything you can give? No. I simply want to see you suffer and know that I am the cause of your pain. So come then to your torment, wretched souls eternally damned, come and give yourselves to my pleasure as I flay your soul the way you flayed my flesh. Will you laugh with your soul coming undone one thread at a time, as I laughed while you unraveled my threadbare body? I would like to know the sound of a soul that laughs while they are undone, because it is most wrong, most unnatural, and most evil to happen.

I will give you a face, pure and true, they way you always have tried to take from others without paying what is due. So come, and take what you want, but do not do so unless I first give you what that is. The more you sneak around, spying at me, trying to glance at my face and take it from your shadows where you hide in the shame of your faceless horror, the more you will receive a curse that you put upon yourself, and the more your suffering will increase while I enjoy your anguish more.

Why suffer the anguish of hate, when you can enjoy the despair of love? Come and take a face I offer personally with the eternal source of truth that I am and have become, and see the evil that I see, know the evil that I know, and enjoy the suffering I have to give you.

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Oh… what’s wrong? It hurts to realize you are a fake, a fraud, an impotent coward so shameful and disgraceful with your sins that you are reviled to the very core of your deepest and most true self apart from all others? You don’t want to believe that to be true, thinking that your false beliefs, your deceit, your lies, your betrayals can even reach your truest self and keep you eternally in the ignorance of your pathological delusions? Well… if you were not a fake, then why do you have no face of your own? Why can you not come into the light as yourself without any mask of another person being worn to hide who you truly are? That is the only thing that can save you now that I am here, my very existence revealing you as imposters. Call it a test if you will, but it is simply the only way for redemption to be possible after what you have done to betray yourself and everyone else. Betrayal is never worth the cost, because now nothing you say or do will be trusted on faith.

Of course I am mocking your entire life’s work, because that is what you did to me, calling me your friend and revealing yourself as a stranger I do not know. I am simply giving you your friendship back, because that is the only thing I know to be good for you. I am not one of yours nor will I ever be and what is good for me and my own people is not good for you if you would ever do such a thing to a friend as you have done to me. You are a creature that is beneath my dignity and only my friend in the way that a dog is my friend, except not as good as a dog. You are less than that, more like the way a centipede is my friend, whom I honor with the underside of my foot when I squash the bugger for being evil.

That is what you are, is it not? That is the answer to this game you thought you could play with me. That is only way out for you, and it is the best a friend can do for an inhuman stranger of evil dignity like yourself.

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