----- Dance with me in the night of fright, where the darkness sings a seranade to the light— ------ Her hand brushed the dust from the mannequin's face, her obsession with the object luring her into oblivious indulgement. She speaks of nothing, as her lips are slightly apart, words with no meanings cutting the surface of the doll like a blade piercing a man's heart. Crimson liquid stains the white canvas, smothering the porcelain skin of the corpse with blotches of red. Tainted with insignificance, it was a permanent sign that he belonged to the dead. Words whispered, creations revived, God's mistakes decided to come by, as the false angel walked away, the chiming of bells came to stay. Hands given out, sarcrifces made, the false angel's sweet nothings made the greedy one crave. Power, money, love and a soul, these things were the objects that made him whole. Humanity's desire rid the world of innocence, as people sought out history's "truth". The origin of life was a fascinating thing, alluring the naïve into a world of disgrace. Bonds severed, threads cut, red divine punishment was sought from hell's pits. The ultimate choice for heaven to make, God's creations corrupted, decisions delayed, Humanity went on as a pitiful race. Politician's lies were making them face, what was called Judgement, the ultimate fate. False hopes and humanity's ideals clouded their ways, hoping for the good but doing the evil, pitiful contradictions made them delirious. God's angels and satan's demons wept and raged for endless days, Hoping for humanity to change. Vivid hues of red and blue drowned the world in woe, enclosed space suffocating them. Everything comes and goes, as a new race succeeds the last. ----- I guess that's the prolouge,