Stage Seven: Turiya, Beyond Waking, Dream And Sleep, Self And Non-Self
~BlackRoseRaven
Our story reaches its apex, as Luna and Scrivener stand as King and Queen, calling themselves Equestria's new gods. And now, as they take control of the nation, they bring unfathomable evil to those who had resisted them and give full vent to their urges... and in their desire, put everything they have worked for, they have achieved, at risk...
The Black Verses, Verse 501
Oh broken and pathetic creatures,
Your screams do not sate me: raise your voices higher,
Until I can taste your agonies in your broken tones.
You have only just begun to understand how worthless you are,
Your wretched kind, degenerate, filthy, soft,
Like maggots crawling blindly upon the carcass of this forsaken world.
Your tears do not sustain me alone,
Give up your blood, your memories, your souls,
Wretched and worthless as they are...
The Black Verses, Verse 1273
Pathetic pawns that cling to the vestiges of life,
Feel the weight of your burdens breaking your backs,
Feel yourself crowned by your failures,
Sing your death-song, broken toys of worthless gods,
In your demise, find the reason for which you have lived:
So that your jagged dance of death gives us a fleeting moment of pleasure...
The Black Verses, Verse 1345
Gaze into the infinite abyss of destruction, drink from our cup,
Know the eons of evil we have unleashed throughout the universe,
See the worlds we have destroyed, and the endless suffering unleashed,
Know that there is no point to life but death:
All creation exists simply to be destroyed:
And understand that we are not monsters...
We are the kind harbingers of oblivion's blessing.
We are the meaning of life.