the Empty Ones

They believed in nothing; there was no right and wrong.
They enjoyed nothing but the absence of pain.
There was no love for the Empty Ones. No obsession.

  In the beginning, God had many children.
And they had His spark in them. They were full of joy,
creative, alive.
  And God decided to send them to Earth, to
see what they would become. And they thrived.
  But the children were not infinite in number.
God would eventually run out of sparks to clothe with
muscle and heartbeats.

  Eventually the Soulless began to be born. No
sliver of divinity sparked their intellect. No passion drove
them.
  These were the Empty Ones.

  As God slowly phased out His own children, the
Empty Ones multiplied. They could see that they were empty,
for they saw fullness in the Children’s lives.
  Though all-but-devoid of desire, the Soulless did
not want to be the way they were; it was their only clear drive.
  They tried to copy the others but, of course,
could not. So the Empty Ones settled with studying the Children,
consuming everything that could let them feel, if but for a
moment, that borrowed passion.
  But the feelings never lasted. And the Soulless were
again left empty, even more aware of the void.

  And the Children began to number fewer and fewer.