It was murky.
Far more than before.
With just a push, even tiny, and it can crumble.
It was all colored simply.
Now it wasn't.
From the day the window let the light shine in, the start was always the same.
The pain and flash.
Ignorance is what stays throughout everything.
Too much cruelty.
The innocence of a child thoroughly tainted.
It was all uncertain.
Each day a haze of memories with nothing notable.
Anger pulsing through all limbs.
There is nothing but just a mindless stare.
A stare into words.
A stare into the sight.
Incomprehensible.
What is it that fascinates so?
Surely the sight?
Yet nothing is remembered. Not even the smallest fraction of the day.
As if evaporated like snow.
A dream like mystery.
With no answer.
With each reason given, the picture distorts farther from the original.
Then what is wrong?
What is right?
It fractures. An unsightly ripping into two. So desperately what is wished.
To paint it over in the color wanted.
Failure.
Leaving it alone is much too little for the sanity that is holding. A prime prey to the grasp of the demons.
However there is no demon.
Just words stirring the heart into making faulty decisions.
Ne exceptions. For even the most steadfast will humor it by an unconscious amount of time.
Small, smaller. It matters not. They have been tempted.
How many times has it been?
"Cleanse your heart of sin, and mercy is granted."
Mercy?
What mercy has ever been seen by these actions?
Far too much.
Then is it natural?
Who has decided it so?
Then of those who have made irreparable damage. Can they be forgiven?
Deliver kindness and it can be returned.
Betray that cycle for easy gain.
Is it so hard to do one easy thing?
Then the question shifts to the people who choose these decisions.
Those of "Humanity".
Concepts many, distant and close.
A righteous race.
An inherently evil race.
Children guided by the deity.
Then.
What was it that was shown?
Dignity?
Pride.
Benevolence?
Self centered.
Decency?
Arrogance.
The beasts of this world are the same.
With only a title difference.
Intelligence is that of the box.
But it is the cage. No matter how it is viewed. Simplicity exists. Not in our veins.
The curse and blessing?
How can it be put.
How can it be put?
How are man and god alike?
Barbarians, lower than beasts.
A measly title for those going beyond law and order.
Chaotic. Evil.
The difference in views crushes and semblance of organization.
The color, changing like wet paper.
Surely insanity is taking root.
Incredulously it does not. Rather, it is not known.
Just an aching feeling.
Who knows what it is?
"Him".
"He" knows.
Never has it occurred upon this… plane.
Then it's unknown. All unknown. Mixed into something.
Something that is neither the answer or false.