Omnipresent

When it is dark, and I am all alone, I think about all of the damage I could do. I think about twisting them until their flesh rips, and their bones crack, then snap away from one another. They are all tedious specimens of waste. Trying to help one another under the guise of ‘the right thing to do’. Trying to do the right thing by self-service? There is always something one wants when they give. There is no such thing as something for nothing. I am the honest one. I am the one without a mask on. I am the one, there is no doubt about it. I will kill you honestly and openly. It is not a secret and there is nothing I am hiding from anyone. I am the death of least resistance. I am always here, I am always there, I am always with you. Omnipresent. I am what you worship when you go to church. I am what you read about when you open a so-called holy book. I am the unknowable. I am the wrath of your religion.

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