Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-32764586-20171031210650

Everyday people murder each other in cold blood. They enjoy watching the blood drip to the pavement, or the screams of those weaker than they after committing a treacherous act. That may be hard to swallow, but it's the cold hard truth and no one can deny it as fact. Why do they do it? Who knows. It isn't my job to know after all. They call me a fallen angel, an ultimate evil, the worst being of all. No, that is not what I am, yet I am labeled as such every day. Every day I claim more of those who would hurt you, torture you, rape and murder your children for no particular reason. Yet... you cast me down. You speak of me as if I weren't as benevolent as that who created you. I drag men with evil intent in their hearts down to a cold, dark place where the light will never reach. Where fresh air doesn't exist and loved ones are just holograms flickering in the human brains memory. I bring those evil people down so you can be safe and live free. I am not the evil one in this universe.

The human heart swells with blackness. For some, this blackness is too strong to ignore. It will call, and some will answer its ring.

John Wayne Gacy. That filth of a man put on a mask every day and pretended to be what he was not. That monster killed children, children who had a bright future ahead of them. One of them could have saved a life, or maybe become a loving father to a family. Instead, they were ripped from their friends, their families, and a life they deserved from a coward.

Then you have men like Jeffrey Dahmer, who committed the rape, murder, and dismemberment of 17 men and boys between 1978 and 1991. You fear men like this. Their power scares you, and their sheer insanity causes your skin to crawl. You don't want them on your earth. That is why I, The Morning Star, cast them down int a veil of endless pain and suffering of which you cannot imagine. I burn them, their flesh charing and bubbling as flames engulf their bodies. But the deceased cannot die. They fear me, and they shiver in fright when I approach. They beg for their lives just as their victims begged through theirs. I am the justice that keeps humanity from falling apart. And yet you hate me? You shouldn't fear me, but yourselves.

The ultimate truth is, I have no control over the human soul. I do not act as a weed who interferes with moral standards, gently whispering into peoples ear to grab a knife and dice the man walking on the sidewalk late at night. I never told anyone to rape and murder a poor innocent girl who was late getting home to work. No, the truth is that man has always had an evil inside of him. The very people around you, the strangers, even the close friends you have grown to trust. Observe the way they look at you. The lust, the rage, the crooked smile that spreads across their mouth when others are around. No, I do not control you. You control your own actions, and they are of your accord. Just be sure you don't fall for the evil in your heart. I give "discipline" those who are evil, and for your sake, pray you don't take that turn. For I am a punisher, not a great evil. 