And there he hung, a man on a cross. palms with holes and dripping with wine. holes in feet issuing forth the holy sacrament. nay said the man below his feet. nay to the angels in the heaven. he sounded delightfully gleeful as he sang his sweet destructive song. "Into the mouth of madness, terror and sadness. The unknown, be known, the madness...The madness...The insanity of calamity crashing into his sanity, its bad you see, bad you see!" As the last syllable left his sweet sad lips, the edges curled up into a sickening grin. We all gasped as the man exhaled his last breath, motionless in the knowledge that we had killed him, without a protest. In this instant the song rang true with they, the listeners, "Into the mouth of madness, terror and sadness." Those who had beheld the spectacle were blinded by enlightenment and not one of the witnesses spoke, even on their deathbeds.
We all swallowed our pride and accepted the exception. Our sinnerless super-hero, enslaved into the bondage of the darkness in the human mind. The darkness has killed and will kill again. Let him be stopped least he savage our land.
Imagine, if you will, a world without him. Unity, understanding, peace, love, celebrations of living, affirmations of life, evidence that we exsist and mean something, we could find ourselves again. Forgive.
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