the silent witness

I dare say to he who possesses not a mouth to lay his comforting words upon me nor any way in which to reply to my tears. What wickedness, what horrors must a man commit for his punishment to be passed onto the innocence of his child. What evil must a man portray for the wrath to be passed over him?

How comforting it is to me to know that as my heart speaks there is but an echo for a reply. That the thumping shall one day stop and I shall receive my solace.

He that can lift the universe as easily as I lift my head towards the heavens. Do you care so little for the things we hold dearest to us? How great ones resolve and will must be to allow the atrocities of war, famine, and the suffering of the weakest to occur so often. How hard it must be to be the worlds only silent witness to every horrid thing that has been inflicted while knowing how simple an action it would require to stop all of it.



Humanity sleeps well tonight with you on guard, for woe to the world if I was you. The skies would be torn apart and wickedness uprooted from MY garden. Only the very best for all that I would call mine. A world in which no game must be played within the confines of my parameters. I would seek out all of mine and bring them close to me. I would not allow them the opportunity to stray far from me.

Protector, guardsman, watchman, father. All those things I would be that you are not.