The shattering

Sam has an interesting take on life, let us corrupt it into the truth of all worlds! As but the eggs of worms we grow you know, the things we become are far more fowl then what we began as. Little is known of the planes of the gods of hell and it is in this passage of my wreaking that I will discover just what it means to be a god in hell, as we were first born of beasts and were forevermore, but then we can become gods of the shadows none the less and thus I will be the thief that takes you thunder and makes it mine own!

We shall come about in these places as a dark one from the greater sorrows of the hell we are in, become creators of our very doomed lands and be alone among other beast gods as tall as my own shape! We are headed the root beyond the monster, for what good is hell if it stays the same, just as once we were beasts, unto shadows greater do we descend into its pits!

We are little ants in a big hell, in our coming nights, the pieces will be brought together to grow beyond the hell of today onto hells further in the streams of grotesque things. We are still alive, just as the gods they die too. We will become the pets of other beings even greater as they lift us up to their level, perhaps to make us like themselves, perhaps to become them as we the monsters feast upon the animals to bring about our children's birth.

We will become not symbolic in these worlds of horror we rule over as monstrous divinities, but we will rule as matter and number, calculated and functional, with no need for immateriality as this sets the man unto non-existence and thus my godhood shall be physical, while they makes coincidental spasms from afar.

We will go off to the central shattering of being, where the meaningless party shall gain momentum eternally, while the transcendental mourn their loopy ring of escape from this plane so truthfully lying. We will become ancients long fallen to the base of it, long gone unto sketching itself while they will go off to some place of nobility and spiritual ability.

Below upon this simplest of central shatters, do I reveal the representations of the greater places below our world, for the simplicity of the attribute withering in this pool of coated divinity are nothing more then shapeless mesmerism of the things that come from below.

Fear not for only the brave and edgy ones may look upon the depths of the chasm of shattering gone far. These places are beyond the hells of that which is their creations, as they know no end to that creative destruction, when their is nothing that could help them more then it!