All I can ask, is why? Why destroy the steel bond of trust between two innocents? Why murder the seeds of love and decimate human connections? Why shatter the fragile purity of memories, crush the shards underfoot with gleeful malice? What are you? Pain? Suffering? Hate? Perhaps purgatory. For who else can shake the very foundation of human nature? Who else can manipulate and motivate while simultaneously decapacitating joy? Who else can serve both poison and cure with a single hand? Who else can embody the shell of an angel and soul of a devil, bring promise and malicious hope after wounding a heart beyond repair?

You were spawned from the moment Satan defied God. The unfortunate result of Pandora opening her box of maladies. The reason Ra was banished and Osiris reduced to be nothing but a mere shadow. You contaminate minds. The pain you impose is a thousand cuts slowly bleeding out the souls of those who cared the most. You are the bane of the rest of humanity.

You feel nothing, care about nothing but your ceaseless hunger as you feed off the suffering of others. You are a parasite, leeching all that’s good from the world and leaving behind a barren landscape void of life. You create an abyss of chaos, the turmoil shoving your victims down a dark path they never fathomed they would find themselves upon...

So is it not fitting that the very people you ensnare in your grasp... resist? Are we not entitled to exact revenge on you, the one who wronged each and every one of us, the children of the Earth upon whom you have enacted various degrees of injustice?

Maybe it is us who should strive to be better, to forgive your sins and forget. But we both know that is not possible. The only way for humanity to cope with the ever-festering torment you engender is giving you a feel for what it is like. And don’t you deserve it? To feel a mere fraction of the pain you have caused? To be betrayed yourself by those you believe to control?

You made Hell on Earth. Now we won’t hesitate to bring it back to you. I wonder... how will it feel to have the blade buried to the hilt in your back for a change? What I can tell you with certainty though, is this: I will relish every second you agonize. And you, Betrayal, you’re running out of places to hide. We are coming for you.

i was a little girl once.

i wore my hair in braids, and a flower crown on my head.

i wore pretty dresses and little white mary janes.

i sang everywhere i went.

i had a bounce in my step.

i loved the pretty flowers and finding shapes in the clouds.

i slept deeply and peacefully.

and

i met you.

you were a little boy once.

you liked to wear a little cap.

you wore wrinkled shirts and jeans with self-made rips in the knees.

you shouted everywhere you went.

you ran around.

you loved the toys in shop windows and playing in the mud.

you slept without a shirt.

and

you told me you loved me.

you showed me things, things that you said made you happy.

you taught me how to keep them a secret.

you told me i was a good girl.

i was a little girl then.

you were nineteen.

we slept.

and

i am older now.

i keep my hair cut short and a ink on my skin.

i wear baggy clothes and scuffed sneakers.

i frown everywhere i go.

i don't have a bounce in my step.

i am numb.

i don't sleep anymore.

but

i feel something now.

i feel hate.

i know what you did.

i know that when i set my mind, things happen.

i know where you live.

i know that you better watch your back.

i know what i need to do.

i know you won't hurt anybody else ever again.

i know you won't do anything ever again.

i know i will feel at peace soon.

and

i know i'll sleep when you're dead.