She saw the smells wafting from the feast laid before her.
She watched the people gathered around her,
Murmuring grace.
She smiled.
But then a comet knocked her off her axis.
It was then she saw the world clearly.
She watched as the creatures in front of her slowly unraveled,
their true forms barren to the world.
Instead of seeing the faint blemishes she thought she would see,
She saw dark matter,
An impenetrable force,
Lurking underneath their ostentatious displays of extravagance,
Wealth.
Disgusting.
The grace they said,
was not grace at all.
How could it be?
How could demons pray to God?
So when she lifted up her hands to say grace,
she raced towards the bathroom instead,
hearing the devil cackling madly on one shoulder,
and watching her angel weep,
as its halo disappeared,
falling into
humanity's sin.
Axis - An imaginary line through the center of an object. The object rotates around this line.
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