The shadows that dwell in the Abyss

This road is silent and lonely. It begins long before you have the ability to distinguish right from wrong, good from evil… The seed of corruption takes root before you even have the chance to defend yourself. Then, you’re ostracized, invisible – dwelling in misery where the lightest colors are just mere shades of gray. And feel it too. There’s something profoundly different. And you are taught about love and happiness, sincerity and humility – yet you are ridiculed as weak, weird and wrong. You can feel their drilling looks on the back of your neck, oozing venom. And then, you decide to walk the whole nine yards. Just do away with everything that makes you human, and embark on a murderous rampage in the valley of the shadow of death. The final plunge into the abyss where’s no return therefrom.

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Palm Sunday

What happens when the one you love is blown to kingdom come? What does it do to the soul of the one who had suffered such loss? Does he hoist the black flag and start slitting throats in righteous vengeance?

When will this madness end? With the utter annihilation of the other?

With each passing day, I wonder.

May the innocent rest in peace.

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