"It's Worse Than You Think"

The truth is Dying an Ugly death. It will die Alone, and in the Dark. It won't be Whispered or even Thought. It will just Disappear like a wind that passes through never to be known again. Within me I try to keep it Alive - but to what End? It is spoken Less and less as the Flames of danger are Stoked round us ever higher. You can see it in their faces: the Broken dreams, the Twisted lies, the Heartbreak of separation, Songs that echo only in the past. We are Drowning in a sea of unreality. Soon, there'll be no more Tears left to cry.

Three days ago I met an Excommunicated Power Lord. He was Desperate to speak, to tell me How Things Are, to convey the State Of The Rot. "It's Worse than you think," he begged me to see. "I was Cast Out for my lying - I mean, for not lying well enough. Those people there now - they're Animals, without human Impulse. They've Boiled their lives down to craven Creatures who speak Only to deceive. The have Zero consideration for anyone or anything. They thrive on Betrayal. In the end, they'll destroy even themselves, Eating each other alive - and taking rest of us Down with them. There'll be Nothing left. Believe me, I'm not exaggerating one Iota on this."

Believe him I already did. Then he continued his false Crusade.

"The people must know! If only they knew the Reality of what's happening. They must Listen to me! Then things would change! Throw the monsters out!"

Then I told him reality he did not Want to Hear: the Monsters are in charge because the People are monsters.

"Never!" he indignantly rebuked. "Never will I Believe that! The people have been Deceived. With good leaders we'd be Saved."

I repeated: the people Crucified the good leaders, that's why there's None left. There can be no deception without first Self-deception.

This robber, having been Robbed of his false hope, stormed off Cursing me as a man without Hope.

But I have read the Hearts of those who speak from on High. Those who Lie - and those who Wish to be lied to - grow and Fester in number. Rare is a soul who sees the Light. Most are still Stubborn and Reluctant to give up the old ways despite the Ruination they see happening before their Eyes. This now-Wandering Power Lord was the same. He spoke of going back to a Time of a more Moderate evil. That was his Idea of Sanity. He said Ridding the world of all evil was too Radical and "would never Sell." I Smiled at him, saying nothing, another piece of truth Gone with the wind.