I am pure. A being without sin. I watch the world change as I hang from my noose. I watch the eyes as they pierce me. I gaze into them as they change. They were full of color; once they were full of blues, greens, and browns. Then they were red like the blood on the ground. Now they are grey. They will blur with time and become either black or white with their choices. As my body falls on itself the seed will grow. I carry the Seed of Shadows under my tongue. The world will change once it is in the ground. For everything that can be said to live is just that. A shadow; a false form of being. As the seed grows a rift will form between all life and soon everything will cease to be a shadow. All life will be baptized into pure beings based on the light or darkness in their eyes; their true selves. For that is the fate chosen.
