Morbid diner

A plate of "food" was served to you. It's a piece of raw meat marinated in a red soup of dubious origin. At the sight of it, you immediately lose your appetite. You let the Server know that you expected better. Unfortunately, you feel compelled to eat your meal, so, reluctantly, you slowly swallow your torment, and it is infamous. You bit into it and saw blood coming out of your mouth, certainly not yours, although you felt pieces of bone that could probably hurt you. And the taste is like its aesthetics: horrible. This dish should not have existed. It's as abhorrent as its base ingredient. He would come from a vile being whose mere existence would suffocate the rays of sunshine in your existence: this being hoped to become a dawn but is destined to be the twilight. His face would extinguish your smiles, and the rest of his body is distorted. This being is so infernal that even God could denigrate it. In its flesh, it decomposes, and instead of a soul, there are ruins. You really won't want to live with this: I am the martyr and the martyrdom, the anathema that suffers its existence and bears the misfortune that darkens your lives and turns your stomachs

So the original text was in french, i translated it in english with PONS. (I could do it by myself but i'm to lazy)🙂‍↕️