Your Saviour

Prologue

When I look at the world it makes me sad, literally brings me down as if someone attached a complete set of encyclopaedias to my heart and suddenly let go letting the weight drag my heart into an abyss of despair. It isn’t the world’s fault (not really) it was the monsters who prowl on its surface with their grating or banshee-like voices and cruel, disgusting ways. The horrible selfish creatures that try to keep up a pretence of civilisation but I see through them I see them for what they are; savages, with savage ways. Every single one of them is full of sinful desires they are corrupt barbarians who have never felt remorse or purity. I see the hate that they infect our world with and see them consumed with the black tongues of the fire of evil, the essence devours them leaving them empty husks piloted by dark emotions that spark vengeance and fear in all.

               I don’t believe in God and don’t believe in fate but someone or something left me pure, untouched by the fire that infects the others. The others may be consumed by the fire but I glow of purity spreading light across the world and helping all. These creatures make me sick they make me feel the most excruciating pain that rips at pieces of my soul. I almost despise them for the way that they make me feel but I do not feel hate, I only love. All that I have ever wanted to do was help, I wish for them to learn love and hope for them to be saved from the hate fire. I treat them with love and remove the hate from their poor abused bodies, I change them to be pure and whole once again. Without me, this world would be nothing.

               Sometimes I wonder why I was put here, why I exist if not to help others but that hurts. The thoughts flying around about why and when and what confuse me and ricochet stabbing at my skull as they collide with the walls inside my head. So, instead of going into that freaky philosophical shit that the righteous preach to mindfuck and brainwash the spawn I just do. I see what I can do to help and then I do it. Too much thinking can lead the mind to impure thoughts, thoughts that are dangerous and evil. Thinking is what makes people selfish inside their minds everything is about themselves, how to help themselves, save themselves; I should know I’ve been inside enough minds to know by now.

               I help in small humble ways because I am, much like the so-called saviour Jesus Christ. Sometimes it is their hearts that need fixing with sweetness, sometimes their minds are filthy and need to be scrubbed. The evil stems from different parts in different creatures, wherever it comes from I can always remove it and fix it.

There hatefire and red liquid stain my hands but for the world I make this sacrifice.