Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26487192-20160812084129

I am a good son. Some of my brothers say I am spoiled, the favorite. It is not my fault father sees that my advice is superior to theirs'. I have done everything asked of me.I have aided in all of Father's endeavors as He asked. He even chose me to aid Him in his most vital project. I was instrumental in the design and He implemented it just the way I had envisioned. But when it was complete did He have any praise? No! He just said, "It is good."No " Good job son". Or "Well done."He just looked down on his creation and said, "It is good." But I look upon what we have wrought and I feel nothing but dread. I know that somehow this will be too big of a change. We have endured much as a family, but I know in my heart that we have gone too far.And now He has come to us and demanded that we love Them above all else. Above even Him He says. A few of my brothers have come to me and asked how we can do this. How could we ever love anything above Him? He is the light and the life. We have loved Him since the beginning and I know I will love Him always. My brothers are counting on me. I must show them what a good son I am. I must show father the error of his ways. I must make Him see that these new things are transient and they will fail Him. We are his family and we love Him. He will understand.Tomorrow I will go to Him and tell Him we refuse to bow to these abominations. He is our father but I must be a good son and stand up for our family. He will see the error of his ways. Tomorrow I will be a good son. "The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist." - Verbal Kent 