A Vision of True Enlightenment

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a story that describes the evil that dwells within all beings of this world. As others have described it but have not been able to show how, I have given proof on paper within this explanation.

Submitted: November 22, 2010

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I have committed vile acts.
I’ve turned warfare into an art: I’ve used cold steel paintbrushes to unwillingly extract red paint out of my enemies’ veins, and smeared the dead canvases of their bodies with it. I am an artist that made their battleground my masterpiece.
I’ve used my senses in disgusting ways: I’ve tasted the impure flesh of a whore, smelled the filth that has been inside; I’ve forcefully felt the innocent skin of a young girl, heard her screams of desperation and saw on her face the revolted horror branded to her expression. I am the rotting degenerate scum that poisons these minds.
I’ve turned the thought of salvation to awe-inspiring fear: Crashing burning pillars to the ground, crumbling the rooftop of a nation’s security with them. Not even God would dare judge what I’ve done to the non-believers of this world, turning your human community and population into a festering cesspool of blind faith and rotting bodies. I am the disease that thrives in this waste.
I’ve made friends with the embodiment of Evil: I’ve torched churches, defiled holy ground; I’ve ripped the gates of Heaven off its hinges and heard God’s bones crack under their weight as I hurled them on top of his once-Almighty body. I’ve burned saints at the stake, hearing the crackling of the flames as they seared their screaming skins. I’ve torn off the wings of angels and fed them to lustful and sinful beings. Men, women, families, children… perhaps even your own. I’ve made you consume and turn to shit pieces of holy beings. I am a being who befriended the “Devil,” and have accomplished such grotesque deeds that even he fears me.
I’ve also created a way to change how you think… forever: I breathe the very air that gives life to benevolent kings, priests, newborn infants, and naïve children playing hopscotch in the schoolyard. My blood flows the same as the police officers patrolling your streets, the doctors that would treat and heal those that would otherwise die, and every other protector that saves lives around this globe. In no way am I different from the pastor sitting next to his loving wife at church, or a country’s leader sitting next to the President at a world conference. I made the trees that turned into this paper; I crafted the machines that set the ink into this page; I created the keyboard that I used to type this message…
Do you want to know who I am?
I’ve just finished reading this.


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