We are Tomorrow's Saints.

Your sickness is our food, your depravity is our water, and your hatred is our air. Your excrement is our soil, your stumbling blocks are our foundations, and the craters of your destruction are our homes. Your pain is our religion, your unhappiness is our worship, and your horrors are our gods.

We thrive in the mess that you have made. We evolve quickly to digest easily any poison you emit. When you die, we will remain - unless we curl up with you to warm you in your last sleep.

Our disfigurements give you shape, and the fear of us will fill you, leaving no more room in you for the petty evils that poison you. We will purify you for your final journey and baptize you with our kiss.

We will entertain you with our arts. We will guide you with expressions of our love. We will comfort you with our prayers.

When you are gone our nest will be empty, but what a bird we shall have hatched!

Resist us as you can! You need your exercise, and your weapons cannot truly harm us. If one of us happens to give up his life in your service, your excesses will quickly breed us replacements.

Do not fear for our souls. We have them well in hand. We will take good care of yours, too.

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