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The Real Monster
By: Summer
He has torn apart our dreams and He has robbed us of our identities.
He has taken away our words and stolen all possibility of protest by support of the victims who believed themselves free. He told us not to look others in the eyes, and He declared that our purpose was to serve. Because this was consistent to our general understanding of human impotence, we believed Him.
It was easy to be His friend, for He was not selective. He forgave us everything, and He told us to pity the perpetrators who experienced misfortune. It was demanded that we give to those who could not earn, because it was not their fault that they were stupid, weak, broken.
To be sufficient was evil. To be in want of money was grand. To need charity made you an instrument in God’s work. We sought enchantment through your hardships. The selfish were scorned, but we were reminded not to judge the guilty, for they were to be lamented.
He took our hands and He bit our wrists and He drained us dry. The shadow always wore a smile. He wanted to help the world. An ideal, so pretty on paper.
Fools. Imbeciles. Monster – the real monster.
He instructed us not to “lean upon thy own understanding”. It was a Bible verse, and so it had to be true. And then we knew in our heads – not our hearts – that something was wrong. We dared not speak of it. For indeed, this was the nature of our standard.