Cinderella: Book 2 Chapter 4

Verse 1
Cinderella had come to accept it all.

The value of her beauty.

And the cruelty it birthed.

A world where only beauty is saved.

A world where ugly faces a terrible fate.

A world of her author's creation.

So she would follow its rules.

She would wipe away all that was ugly.,

taking their lives to nourish her own.

That

is the duty of those born beautiful.

Cinderella:

Don't you see how ugly you are?

Parrah:

Eek!!

You'll kill us?!

Noya:

You're gonna kill us?!

Cinderella:

Heh. Don't sweat it. I need your guidance.

What will happen when you're no longer useful?

Parrah:

I don't like that look in her eyes!

Verse 2
Can you truly deny your true feelings for the ugly?

Verse 3
Do you want to touch the ugly?

Do you want to love the ugly?

Well good for you!

You're not a hypocrite after all...

Verse 4
Can't stand to look at them, right?

Don't worry, that's normal.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

Verse 5
Just read a story, any story.

See?

Only the beautiful win.

Verse 6
Next time just read between

the lines to get

an author's true feelings.

Verse 7
Finding happiness in life is simple.

You just need to be beautiful.

My author knew it, I know it.

Verse 8
Happiness to the beautiful.

Misfortune to the ugly.

And everyone else? Side characters.

Verse 9
I, with my beauty and depravity,

have been given the right to kill the ugly.

Verse 10
Everyone of the snout-nosed orcs

cursed Cinderella.

They cursed her for her cynicism,

for her cruelty,

for every barbaric thing about her.

She conceded some of their argument.

"I am depraved, so my sins are clear."

"But you see..."

"A squealing pig is still a pig."

She lacerated them with her words,

as her cinder-soiled eyes

shot through them.

Parrah:

If the ugly cry, nobody hears them.

Noya:

That's the way the world works.

Cinderella:

That's right. If you want to be heard...

Then stop squealing and start living!

The many ugly, tiny orcs

turned into many tasty hunks of meat.

Make sausage from their bowels.

Smoke their flesh.

Cure their innards.

If an ugly waste of life can be

used to nourish the beautiful,

then at least its creation was not a waste.

"Care to disagree?"

Cinderella presented the scrumptious meat

as she set out a dazzling banquet.

Discordant Poem
Stories teach us that

the beautiful shine so brightly

because they feed on the ugly.

One beautiful scream moves the world

more than a thousand ugly wails.

Deny it all you like, it's the truth.

The ugly are fuel for the beautiful.

That is the single truth.

No one can oppose it. No one.