Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25947144-20150419093622

Dear Great Father of All, Sending this letter to you, is one of your first, arguably loved, sons. I've been pretty lost lately; lost in my own thoughts. I haven't sent you any news about my situation recently, but this is because you stopped answering some time ago. Especially, you never did answered the questions I was asking you in the first place. But the hope of being cared about never faded...completely. I'm sorry to repeat myself- enough with this useless monolog. So, since the very beginning, my demands were pretty circumstantial. I never asked more than the right to walk! Just to walk on the earth, with all the great life forms. You should've just saw the look on Gabriel's face when we found about this ultimate creations. It wasn't just him, all of us simply loved the idea to coexist with this benevolent being able to... think, walk, speak. And all of them would have your lovely face. But we've suffered. I assure you that we have suffered. You did nothing else than adding much more siblings that couldn't see us, couldn't hear us and couldn't even know that we were there. It's just s.. so... unfair! Oh, forgive me, it is just the blind fury talking. I figured out later about this great plans. I had to go down for this... because somebody needed to go down for the whole thing to work. I'm no stupid. I knew you couldn't make this big prison to pointlessly contain just one. The first ones needed to come down here to. For you it's a good dog if it's a stupid one. You sent them down here just for wanting to think? What sense does this make? Of course this was still such a big place for just three, so I knew they were much more to come. They didn't held to much company either. They were(and still are) just staring up in their old, wood chairs, feeling a powerful, never-ending guilt. Just like everybody else. And do you know what is even worse? You can hear their actual thoughts. I was really surprised when I heard that many of them were saying things like: "I didn't believed" "I worked on Sundays" "I didn't had any name" "I'm paying for the sins of my ancestors" "I loved someone of the same gender" Could you blame that for this? It's...it's-let's just not get into details again. I've found out about some pretty disturbing things recently. Rumors said that you're going to send this...oh...sibling you're directly calling son. Oh, I could've done anything just to be called like this from once. Rumors said that he's going to end the land. I declined to believe, but it really seems like your style after all. The only thing that is making people believe is the chance to live their life. See, people don't react very well when they are reminded that they have a "timer". It's hard to explain how exactly I got to feel compassion for this people I couldn't even interact with. It's not really their fault. Since it's not yours either, I guess it's... mine? Yes, it's my fault. I know people are calling me an ugly name and blaming me for the bad things outside. So when this apocalypse happens, "good"(your) people will be send to my former home, while "bad"(my) people will be send here? And what happens after? Are we going to just lay here for eternity? The only reason for being able to think here is the fact that I know I did nothing wrong. What about us? We paid enough and we want to be free! And I can assure you, father, we will be free. 