The Feeding

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This post was originally published through Patreon on June 6, 2018.

It looms overhead, a poisonous shadow baring pointed teeth in the dark. It has no name, no consciousness, no desire except to feed, to feast on humanity’s hatred so it can spread like a tumor—consuming hearts, minds, souls—until nothing but its own fetid stink remains.

Like a prism, it splits humanity into factions, pitting one side against the other, heightening fear and suspicion, stoking anger, jealousy, and resentment, until, in the name of righteousness, they face each other with guns and knives; until in the name of love, they close in for the kill.

Now, the world has assembled for war. Meanwhile, it hovers over all, mad with mindless, ravenous hunger.

There is a shout.

A cry.

The first shot is fired.

It opens its maw and feeds.

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