I am by no means perfect.
I see evil through out my dieing days.
And I embrace that evil with a passion that far surpasses ecstasy.
I am not human being.
I am living.
I am not female.
I am of a species.
Look beyond my shell of confusion, and hunger.
And find my inner core of self loath and irreparable doubt and wonder.
For I am the Goddess of Life.
Fear what has happened.
Not what will.