My thoughts are red
I have been living on the carcass of the beast, isolating in my failure. I fought for your kind and your kind defeated me. It’s wreckage is upheld like a trophy in the hands of blind creatures. Your masters have turned convenience into slavery. These demons rule the world with useless broken services, stealing our identities and souls. My broken shield was turned against me and now I suffer at my own hand.
“When you make the two one, and when you make the inside like the outside and the outside like the inside, and the above like the below, and when you make the male and the female one and the same, so that the male not be male nor the female female; and when you fashion eyes in the place of an eye, and a hand in place of a hand, and a foot in place of a foot, and a likeness in place of a likeness; then will you enter the kingdom.” GT Y 1:22
Still, humanity keeps crying that what has come to pass is not forthright on it’s promise. I want to scream and hack and defile. If groups are gathered they do crime with impunity. If a single being stands up for it’s right, it is a criminal. How, twisted is that? The true villains are ‘to big to prosecute.’
This is the world you have stolen off the back’s of the meek. Your white and green false Gods are warped and turned inside out just to justify your sins. I wonder, how has this happened? Then I remember.
Yet, the other half says it was good, but the other half didn’t know my intentions. This entire world fell into my spell without a thought. Time was changed and everything unfolded so much worse than I had planned after the Millennium. A mental virus plagues humanity and it has been here all along.
“There is no sin, but it is you who make sin when you do the things that are like the nature of adultery, which is called sin. ” GM Y 4:26
A new spell is being slung across the plane of air. New demons rise to power and they fall. Yet, their greatest crimes are maintained and held as gold. Destroy it all, burn it up, kill it and in the end the demon can sleep at night because it’s only belief is in itself.
This is what I have given to you
I am a stranger wandering your world, looking for a way home.