There are a great number of regular people, who are desperate for power. They hopelessly lust at the thought of dominating others. I’m not talking about any wealthy, ruling elite. They are your neighbors, your coworkers, members of your family. They dream of power, but are too weak to do anything, so they advocate for things, like slaughtering the unborn. They are would-be tyrants, with an unquenchable thirst for blood. The agonizing screams of the tortured are the same to them, as Mozart is, to you.
This is their open door. They have spent their entire lives hiding their sharpened knives, while the smile at you. Now, they come out. They will make you watch, as they rape your daughters, whilst they are breaking their bones. They will chain your wives to the wall, to be kept as breeding stock. Because, now, their frailties and failings are no more. They are reborn as gods. You live, because they let you. You are their subjects, their belongings. You are things. They own you, and you will be on your knees, with gratitude, for the privilege of being their property.
This is the nature of our enemy. They are self-styled fallen gods of depravity, and pain. Don’t fool yourself, either. There is a small kernel of this, in all of us. The monster can give you great power, but it comes with a price.
There are a great number of regular people, who are desperate for power. They hopelessly lust at the thought of dominating others. I’m not talking about any wealthy, ruling elite. They are your neighbors, your coworkers, members of your family. They dream of power, but are too weak to do anything, so they advocate for things, like slaughtering the unborn. They are would-be tyrants, with an unquenchable thirst for blood. The agonizing screams of the tortured are the same to them, as Mozart is, to you.
This is their open door. They have spent their entire lives hiding their sharpened knives, while the smile at you. Now, they come out. They will make you watch, as they rape your daughters, whilst they are breaking their bones. They will chain your wives to the wall, to be kept as breeding stock. Because, now, their frailties and failings are no more. They are reborn as gods. You live, because they let you. You are their subjects, their belongings. You are things. They own you, and you will be on your knees, with gratitude, for the privilege of being their property.
This is the nature of our enemy. They are self-styled fallen gods of depravity, and pain. Don’t fool yourself, either. There is a small kernel of this, in all of us. The monster can give you great power, but it comes with a price.