First-person Narrators Is The Way

I Love The World The Lord Has Created; I Love The Mountains, The Rivers, The Valleys, The Skies. I Love The Forests, The Fields, The Flowers. I Love The Mysteries Of Evolution And Dna And The Big Bang. I Want To Know The Majesties Of The Lord's Creation. I Cannot Close My Eyes To All This. I Cannot Turn Away From Science And Scientific Exploration.

The Fans, The Vampire Groupies, Love The Idea Of This Androgynous, Preternatural Figure Stalking The Night, And Craving Aesthetic Pleasure Just As He Craves Blood, Wearing Only The Best Velvet Clothes, And Savoring Red Roses.

How Can So Much Beauty Hide Such A Bruised And Steely Heart, And Why Must I Love Him, Why Must I Lean In My Weariness Upon His Irresistible Yet Indomitable Strength? Is He Not The Wizend Funeral Spirit Of A Dead Man In A Child's Clothes?

We Are Not Damned. We Never Were. Who Under The Sun Has The Right To Damn Any Living Breathing Creature?

I Know Nothing Of God Or The Devil. I Have Never Seen A Vision Nor Learned A Secret That Would Damn Or Save My Soul.