Beauty

I hate beauty.
It tortures me.
Taunts me.
It shows me my weaknesses.
Shows me my flaws.

I hate beauty.
Beauty means death…

My family is beautiful, so I'll protect it.
My religion is beautiful, so I'll enforce it.
My life is beautiful, so I'll defend it.

The only thing beauty is good for is—
I can't think of a damn thing.