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Micropasta: The Cattleman
I am the Enemy, I am not the Alpha but the Omega, the one who is late to the feast at the end of days. I am the Cattleman, sworn opponent to The Shepherd. The Shepherd! The one who herds all of humankind towards a false end that is merely an end to reason and permanency. Whether The Shepherd thinks they are a cleansing wind or is aware they are merely a tidal wave of filth and despair is beyond me, or the scope of simple logic for that matter. What I know is that I, the Cattleman, know no home in my own abode. My title is knave, my crown is disease.
I was born of the desire for solidity, for stability. Humankind is a silly brute. Your kind live your lives looking forward to an eternity of bliss, but when the end does come you wish you had more time! It is this hypocritical duality, wanting everything to go away and wanting everything to stay the same forever, that bore me to life and nursed me to the festering surface of conscious thought. I should hate you. By all the rights of every pagan god before me, I should have wiped your race out of existence for birthing such a blasphemous deity.
Do you know what I’ve seen because of your blasted kind? Do you know what I feel because of your irreconcilable dichotomy that is at the core of your dirty, sin-caked souls? No! No, and you never will! I sometimes wonder if I should view it as my duty to sit idly and watch the Shepherd carry you all to the “end” you deserve.
But I have taken it upon myself to save the race that bleeds itself dry for this thirsting god of loathing. I will do so by locking you and everyone you love so dearly, all that you fear losing so, so much, within an eternal equilibrium. Well, more like a sustained mournful note than a physical place. In there you will never decay or rot. You will be frozen at the epitome of human suffering for all times, and all ages.
I will keep you safe.
I will kill you, to love you.
I will die for you.
I will kill for you.
I will kill you, for your own sake.
I will keep you safe.
I am the Enemy, I am not the Alpha but the Omega, the one who is late to the feast at the end of days. I am the Cattleman, sworn opponent to The Shepherd. The Shepherd! The one who herds all of humankind towards a false end that is merely an end to reason and permanency. Whether The Shepherd thinks they are a cleansing wind or is aware they are merely a tidal wave of filth and despair is beyond me, or the scope of simple logic for that matter. What I know is that I, the Cattleman, know no home in my own abode. My title is knave, my crown is disease.
I was born of the desire for solidity, for stability. Humankind is a silly brute. Your kind live your lives looking forward to an eternity of bliss, but when the end does come you wish you had more time! It is this hypocritical duality, wanting everything to go away and wanting everything to stay the same forever, that bore me to life and nursed me to the festering surface of conscious thought. I should hate you. By all the rights of every pagan god before me, I should have wiped your race out of existence for birthing such a blasphemous deity.
Do you know what I’ve seen because of your blasted kind? Do you know what I feel because of your irreconcilable dichotomy that is at the core of your dirty, sin-caked souls? No! No, and you never will! I sometimes wonder if I should view it as my duty to sit idly and watch the Shepherd carry you all to the “end” you deserve.
But I have taken it upon myself to save the race that bleeds itself dry for this thirsting god of loathing. I will do so by locking you and everyone you love so dearly, all that you fear losing so, so much, within an eternal equilibrium. Well, more like a sustained mournful note than a physical place. In there you will never decay or rot. You will be frozen at the epitome of human suffering for all times, and all ages.
I will keep you safe.
I will kill you, to love you.
I will die for you.
I will kill for you.
I will kill you, for your own sake.
I will keep you safe.
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Creepypasta - Where The Unknown Hides
I recently moved into my first house and I was really excited about it. This will be my first time living alone. I won’t have to worry about waking my parents up at night with loud rock music, I can eat what I want at anytime, and won’t have to listen to my mother’s babbling about how dirty and messy my room is.
It’s a small house, with two bedrooms, a small kitchen with two low drawers, the living room where I keep my guitars and drums, a small basement, and last but not least a narrow attic. It’s only me living in that old but comfy house after all, I don’t need very much space.
I tried to get to know m
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Creepypasta: Nest of spiders
A week ago, after several years of staying out of my family home, I came back. What I was doing, who I am, and why I was there is not important now and doesn’t affect THIS event. Anyway, my private life is nothing that would interest someone. I must also say that I never was afraid of spiders before. I didn’t pay close attention to them. No matter if it was those on the walls behind furniture or in nature. I want to say that what happened to me and what I felt wasn't ordinary fear of these creatures. It was something more, incomparable to the usual fear of spiders, like what an arachnophobe feels. Until now, I had no reason to fea
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Written with the prompt "Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums" by A Perfect Circle, from 
. I view this as a fan-pasta of sorts of their awesome character The Shepherd.
. I view this as a fan-pasta of sorts of their awesome character The Shepherd. © 2014 - 2024 KomradApex
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Countin' Bodies Like Sheep...
GO BACK TO SLEEP
Sorry, couldn't resist.
But hOH MY GAWD
That, my friend, was amazing!
GO BACK TO SLEEP
Sorry, couldn't resist.
But hOH MY GAWD
That, my friend, was amazing!