Conscience

27/04/13

Solitude. Isolation. I roam the countryside, searching through the bitter wilderness, watching. Waiting. My goal is to rid the world of the malevolence that secretes from every orifice, every pore of this living Earth, right to its core. Remove all trace of the ceaseless violence that plagues the inhabitants and haunts my subconscious. For once, I was one. A small, seemingly insignificant piece in their game, manipulated and twisted. Ordered to hurt. Although I simply obeyed I can never undo the injustice I caused, the fate I initiated, the destiny I created.

The abused and the wronged never forget, so I want to be remembered for a different reason: for love, for humanity, for salvation. So I venture on, tracking these new kind of villains and their monstrous plan of torture and treason. Details. Intricate details. Winding their way through loops, weaving and whirling a pattern so complex that even an insider can barely decipher direction. Betrayal is so taboo that it is punishable by worse than execution, a providence that I am certain to suffer in the face of success. But I must succeed. Failure is not an option with what’s at stake.

Faces surround me, enveloping my senses and incapacitating my being. The victims of my blind faith and cruel enslavement, the innocent who I once condemned to eternal damnation and for whom I now seek supreme redemption.