Retribution

it is that time again.

it seems that even though i try very hard to be kind and adapt to everyone's needs, i do have a time where i tend to snap, and this is my week.

I'm not quite sure what triggers it, but right now, i feel there are some people that deserve to be punished for their imppenitent, uncaring and overly decadent behavior.

The powers of retribution and justice have decided it is their time and I am the instrument of choice. Through my eyes will the sinners find fear. Through my words will the unworthy know. Through my hands will the cast out fall. It is a world filled with insects and dung, and its time to do some cleanup.

Are you one of those selected for punishment?

I hope not, for if i hear you are one of those selected, may your god be powerful enough to stop my wrath. People trust me. People like me. I'm close to everybody.

So remember this, your enemies won't kill you. Your friends will.

The righeous divine power that fills my soul all this week empowers me to decide who is worthy and who deserves to fall. Who deserves life and who death. I alone can decide your existence, or make it be so that you never did.

I am an tool of vengence, a chosen one of the retributive powers. I feel good. I feel powerful.

Justified even.

I mean come on! Million of poeple the world over hurt and kill and don't give a fuck aobut anybody around them! They affect so many more than just themselves,often spreading their misery onto oters so that they could steal te potential happiness for themselves! Is that the way to live? oppressedby someone who doesn't care? Hell no! Its time for that to change! Don't let yourself get trod on by someone who would prefer that you die, since i mean after all you're only getting in their way, right?

WRONG! You're supporting them. Even if they don't realise it, they wouldn't be anywhere close to wherethey are now or who they can claim to be if it wasn't for your diligent, unselfish, unswerving drive. Even through getting spit on, rejected, hurt, ignored, blown up at, hurt some more, rejected agin, and then suddenly, when tey realise that you might go away, act all buddy buddy and try to bring you back, it really gets ya.

I mean, i just love te feeling of having my very being stomped on, lacerated, destroyed utterly, and as i pick up te pieces you try to steal them back. I gave it to you once. it was turned down. It is mine to give, and not to you. I withdraw.