Walking as Saints

I quake to describe him, but I suppose I must... I
must begin with his most notable feature, the one
that draws the eye like a magnet before which one is
powerless to resist is his chest. Specifically the
malignant radiation that shines palpably through it
from the dark and foul apparatus that he must call
his heart. So filled with hate is this terrible
organ that it overflows into the visual field,
bubbling like some dark chemical from the very pores
of his chest. This black smoky malevolence is in
sharp contrast to the radiant white of his skin and
it twists and coils around him, shrouding his hands
and feet in its awful darkness. His face is serene
and beautiful in an unearthly way and all the more
dread for it, no human face was ever made so
perfectly. His eyes are pure white light rimmed in
black tears and he wears a terrible halo of hate like
a crown upon his head. His great black wings seem
almost to eat the light around him as he stands arms
outstretched before me. His body is perfect save
that he has no genitalia of any sort. I am not truly
a religious man, I never attend services, but even I
know what stands before me; it is Lucifer.

Autorentext

Aubrey is a graduate of the Eugene Lang College of theNew School University. He has also attended many other excellentuniversities such as UMass Amherst and the Mass. College ofArt. Currently he is making fine art as well as writing andexploring life around the globe. He currently resides inBudapest, Hungary.

Klappentext

I quake to describe him, but I suppose I must... Imust begin with his most notable feature, the onethat draws the eye like a magnet before which one ispowerless to resist is his chest. Specifically themalignant radiation that shines palpably through itfrom the dark and foul apparatus that he must callhis heart. So filled with hate is this terribleorgan that it overflows into the visual field,bubbling like some dark chemical from the very poresof his chest. This black smoky malevolence is insharp contrast to the radiant white of his skin andit twists and coils around him, shrouding his handsand feet in its awful darkness. His face is sereneand beautiful in an unearthly way and all the moredread for it, no human face was ever made soperfectly. His eyes are pure white light rimmed inblack tears and he wears a terrible halo of hate likea crown upon his head. His great black wings seemalmost to eat the light around him as he stands armsoutstretched before me. His body is perfect savethat he has no genitalia of any sort. I am not trulya religious man, I never attend services, but even Iknow what stands before me; it is Lucifer.