Post by Aisu Youkai on Mar 10, 2006 10:08:19 GMT -5
Don't ask where this came from, I'm not sure. But it's a very short snippet. Just some thoughts. If you can tell me who "I" is then I'll give you a cookie. Or something...
They say that I was created to punish the wicked. That that was my job. My only purpose in my entire existence. I have lived centuries now and have had plenty of time to ponder. And although I would never say my thoughts out loud, I have begun to wonder. Why? Why would anyone create a being made simply for punishing others? Why is there the thing “punishment” at all? Who really deserves such a thing? And who decides whether or not someone deserves it? I don’t understand. But then, I guess I wasn’t created to understand; only to punish.
Because that is what they say I am. I am punishment for the sinners. They, the fallen ones, tell me to herd and torment the once tall and straight beings to their proper place in the fiery pits that is my “home.” What is home? Why do I feel that this is what I should call this place, even though I don’t wish to? Something tells me home is a safe and happy place, but this place is hardly either of those. It’s more like a... house. Yet I know that is not the right word either. So home it is, yet I wonder what a real home is actually supposed to be like. But again, I wasn’t created to desire a home; only to punish.
Because that is what they say I was created for, the only thing I was created for. To punish the once boastful, to turn them into the bent and ragged beings that are in my care. Care? Is not that also a word full of kind connotations? Isn’t care something a friend gives to another friend? And a friend, is that someone you “care” for in a good way, wish to keep the bad things away from them? A friend is someone you know and interact with often? Does that mean the others like me are my friends? I don’t really think so. We never talk, only herd the pitiful beings together. Of course, I don’t think I was created for that either, talking I mean. Only to punish.
Only to punish. Only to punish. My only purpose is to punish. That is what they say. But, who are they to tell anyone what to do? Aren’t they called “fallen” for a reason? And isn’t it a horrible reason? Didn’t they do something bad that gave reason for them to be punished? Then why do I punish these poor meek creatures, for that is what they have become under my guidance, the opposite of what they once were, instead of those who have fallen into punishment? Why do they tell me what to do? Why do I follow their orders? I guess it’s because I wasn’t created to lead, or think, or care, or anything other than one thing.
Only to punish.
They say that I was created to punish the wicked. That that was my job. My only purpose in my entire existence. I have lived centuries now and have had plenty of time to ponder. And although I would never say my thoughts out loud, I have begun to wonder. Why? Why would anyone create a being made simply for punishing others? Why is there the thing “punishment” at all? Who really deserves such a thing? And who decides whether or not someone deserves it? I don’t understand. But then, I guess I wasn’t created to understand; only to punish.
Because that is what they say I am. I am punishment for the sinners. They, the fallen ones, tell me to herd and torment the once tall and straight beings to their proper place in the fiery pits that is my “home.” What is home? Why do I feel that this is what I should call this place, even though I don’t wish to? Something tells me home is a safe and happy place, but this place is hardly either of those. It’s more like a... house. Yet I know that is not the right word either. So home it is, yet I wonder what a real home is actually supposed to be like. But again, I wasn’t created to desire a home; only to punish.
Because that is what they say I was created for, the only thing I was created for. To punish the once boastful, to turn them into the bent and ragged beings that are in my care. Care? Is not that also a word full of kind connotations? Isn’t care something a friend gives to another friend? And a friend, is that someone you “care” for in a good way, wish to keep the bad things away from them? A friend is someone you know and interact with often? Does that mean the others like me are my friends? I don’t really think so. We never talk, only herd the pitiful beings together. Of course, I don’t think I was created for that either, talking I mean. Only to punish.
Only to punish. Only to punish. My only purpose is to punish. That is what they say. But, who are they to tell anyone what to do? Aren’t they called “fallen” for a reason? And isn’t it a horrible reason? Didn’t they do something bad that gave reason for them to be punished? Then why do I punish these poor meek creatures, for that is what they have become under my guidance, the opposite of what they once were, instead of those who have fallen into punishment? Why do they tell me what to do? Why do I follow their orders? I guess it’s because I wasn’t created to lead, or think, or care, or anything other than one thing.
Only to punish.
