Once upon a time, before he met her, he was a beast, he was cursed with a curse that let him confine to his hideous form. This terrifying countenance, it consumed his innocence so much so that pure love was the only fairy tale he could remember. No identity, just a grotesque silhouette, no friend to be his guests, just victims.

He confided in no one else but loneliness, until he started conversing with candles and clocks, which only deepened his despair knowing that time was waxing away. All his desires were reduced to a hunger for flesh. Even a wilderness could smell like paradise because what some called dates, he called hunting for pretty. He even had damsels flashing him with their voluptuous compromise, fulfilling his national geographic fantasies, he always wanted a girl gone wild. So what on Earth would cause a gorgeous matador to unravel her Rose colored hat and wave it so virtously in his face when she knew he was that bull. Who gave her the audacity to trespass into the haunted castles of his mind? Who's silly idea was it to convince this ravishing beauty to lavishly live a atociius animal? Didn't she ever hear that once God gives a man his ribs he pours that masterpiece on a rightful throne, but give a rib to a dog and all he recognizes is a bone.

So like a bone he desired to bury her worth in the backyard of his mind, but he couldn't shake those thoughts, they plagued his conscience like fleas. He was in heat, she was supposed to be like every other girl, just a fresh piece of meat. He never wanted any chemistry, but he did treat relationships like a lab, and that required a rat. How else would he experiment? A mad scientist only concerned about studying what was in her genes, and I guess that made him grow tough. So he learnt how to outwardly translate the bitterness that was inwardly concealing.

After being emotionally battered until he was numb, he got used to having no feelings, but it seemed she was already aware of the brokenness of his heart and that he could have sworn he saw her collecting the bloody fragments from under his shoes and I'm sure no one ever knew how much those red bottoms cost him. It's like she could see past his past, past the ugliness and past the wools or parrows that he used to cover it. They say love is blind, what a lie, you don't know what optometry, she gave him hope, when she spoke with the sureness of a prophet and it must have robbed off on him, because he Began to see his future standing in front of him.

But they were polar opposites, he had to consider that there must be something, an untameable transformational force that drew them, like the sketches of an architect drew them, like the pole of attraction in magnets drew them, like the pistols of duelling cowboys, their sould were two bullets that collided like asteroids that weren't paying close enough attention to where they were going, and at last, perhaps due to the impact, the spell.was broken, and it happened just like a movie, a Disney movie. Because when this knees landed, it became the most magical place on Earth and wedding bells were beyond sounds, it was his dream becoming a reality.

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Once upon a time, before we met him, we were beasts. Cursed with the curse that left us inclined to the wickedness of our hearts. Our forms were downgraded from glorious to sinful and we were doomed. Unless of course, in the course of this curse, caused the creator to concoct the concoction to cure us, and crack crack this caterpillar cocoons, these carnal patterns caging our conscience. He communicates with corpses and calls them to consciousness, with the confident confidence to cause this curse to be cancelled, and so an untameable force called grace introduced perfection to disaster, though we were unworthy to cross His path, but through the cross' path heathens have made contact with matchless beauty.

His Mercy was laid so heavily upon us, it suffocated the groaning of our guilt and the cries of our judgement. He reached past the Chambers of darkness and pulled us out of the lost and found. We were lost and found by He whose presence makes grins of our Savage facade with passion so intimidating. He just loves us and loves the hell out of us. Because he understood that once the purest of blood was spilled it would never be in vain. So no matter who finds Christ, the truest love, he will never be thesame again. Because beauty himself tells us our souls will live happily ever after, but to the beast we call sin, He will say THE END!