Razed to the Ground


I am the master architect. I will amaze you as I create golden cities that reflect the magnificence of our relationship. With glass and chrome I create those skyscrapers that soar high into the air as a testament to the sheer height to which I will take you. Clean, sparkling rivers run through the centre of these cities, spanned by intricate bridges. The stonework on the most elegant buildings bears the hallmark of the master craftsman that I am. My technique and brilliance surpasses anything that you have seen before. Carefully landscaped parks and gardens provide a verdant oasis at different parts throughout these cities, a haven for flora and brought to life with the sound of birdsong. Beyond the city limits lush meadows undulate away to the imposing grandeur of mountain ranges. I keep the sky an amazing azure through out the day, save for sunset when I allow a few clouds to wisp across the horizon and contribute to the breath taking hues of red, orange, yellow and violet that I weave through the sky. My empire is vast. It is resplendent and awe-inspiring. It is all my own work, achieved through my careful application of building something worthy of representing our relationship. It is built on the most solid of foundations, from the most reliable and durable of materials. There has been no corner cutting, no use of cheap and suspect stone, wood or steel. Nothing shall fall but instead it will prevail for ever in tribute to you and me.
Yet for all this splendour that I have single-handedly created I will take a match to it and bring about an all consuming conflagration. I want to see it engulfed in the inferno of my making. It makes no sense. There is no logic to burning down what I have created. The wanton destruction of such beauty is abhorrent and flies in the face of any reasoned individual. The flames burn with such intensity that the steel melts, sizzling drops of molten metal that scar the stone which fractures and crumbles. Glass shatters, blackened shards that collapse to the ground, the noise of destruction masked by the roar of the flames.
I will stand and watch this terrible destruction with a twisted grin on my face, my hollow eyes reflecting the shooting pillars of orange flame. You are knelt beneath me as I hold your head in my hands, forcing you to watch this display of carnage and obliteration. Your tears stream down your face, cutting through the soot that has adorned your features, the heat haze shimmering before you and your sobbing inaudible compared to the fierceness of the fire that will burn for days.
I will build you an empire and then I shall raze it to the ground. That is my way and it shall always remain the case.

20 thoughts on “Razed to the Ground

  1. NarcAngel says:

    Well there was still Adam and the serpent. Thats a 3 way right there and they do LOVE a triangle…

  2. Diva says:

    As a matter of interest has anything every been your fault?

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Yes. I created Eve.

      1. robins359 says:

        Without Eve, you would have no one to interact with.

      2. Diva says:

        Christmas or New Years? !!!!

      3. smarinucci1970 says:

        But HG if you created Eve then you would be GOD

  3. Diva says:

    I have to disagree with one point in this article…..I don’t think you single handedly built that empire………without the empath being there that creation would never have got off the ground……..the empath may not have done much of the manual labour………but it was only with the permission of the empath that the creation was brought to life. I have to acknowledge my own hand in this creation of an empire, if I don’t want to see another one being built.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      You are correct but as you know, you only get credited when it is your fault.

  4. 12345 says:


    I would be pissed if someone blew this away. But, I’m not a monk.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      I’d be furious if someone fucked with my etch a sketch like that!

      1. 12345 says:

        Hahahaha. Very clever.

        1. HG Tudor says:

          Glad you think so.

  5. 12345 says:

    This reminds me of the mandala’s that Buddhist monks create and then destroy. It’s really big and they spend sometimes weeks creating it and they are bending over the entire time. I can’t imagine how much their backs must ache. Then they sweep it all away with brushes when they are finished creating it. Something that took so long to create is gone in a few minutes. The message is that nothing is permanent and it is a divine ritual.

    I know the motives in the narcissist are completely different. Narcissists are definitely sending a big loud message but it’s not quite the same one as the monks.

  6. angela says:

    constructor – destructor
    Que pena..cuando conoci al mio intuia quien era..no hablaba mi idioma pero se lo dije en español y con una carcajada exagerada lo repitio ..no hizo falta traducirselo al ingles..lo habia entendido.
    Ahora que se que y quien sois..que pena me dais..todos vuestros dones desperdiciados en depredar a vuestra especia..no habeis evolucionado..sois primarios..
    Aun asi..sabiendo..lo ame y vi un vislumbre de alguien inocente bajo el peso del mal..que pena..quizas fue un engaño tambien.

  7. Karma says:

    Such a terrible but yet accurate description. I went to hell and back… I feel for all of those that have to follow the same route. It was so hard to get back from hell!! The inferno you are describing is the worst you can do to a fellow human being. Not until I found this blog I could explain to others what I have been going through..but now I simply direct them here .. because I am tired to try to explain what the N did to me.

  8. Dragonflyfreetoflyaway says:

    They create carnage and havoc, once a beautiful garden no longer desolate and unfinished as they do

  9. Geraldine says:


  10. RS says:

    You are knelt beneath me as I hold your head in my hands, forcing you to watch this display of carnage and obliteration.

    I have no words for this. 😞

  11. Salome says:


  12. p says:

    Maxing out on self indulgence!

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