The Little Book of the Dead - Marco

 

Marco, my Little Egg, living in the cosmic broth, you never lived—yet.
You lived in that cosmic ocean without wind, without light, without sky and earth. Without above and below. You lived protected in the womb—you lived in an unfathomable, profound water.

Existent were you or non-existent were you not?There was no sign of night nor of day in the shelter you lived.
You breathed without your own breath by independent will.
Darkness and no-darkness were in your haven. By the power of heat, your desire to live, you primal semen, was pushing to come to be.
Gods were on the side of your creation in this world. Whence this Evil did arise?
Do the overseers of this world know? Was it in the seed of their mind, your life to terminate?
In their heart were the monsters who know how to harness the world.
Monsters generate monsters.
My little Egg, you never lived, because one of the monsters I was.
I was your assassin.