I Hear You
I hear you. I hear your cries. You cry for the injustice, for the anger, for the hate, and so do I. Do you not see my tears? They have been falling since the dawn of mankind when Cain slew Able. Your world is no stranger to hate, jealousy, anger, secrets, death, even murder. At times I have been tempted to regret giving all the children of the world their own agency. If I forced you to be good, you wouldn't have this pain. Should I have made automatons that show respect, that never do anything wrong, that never hate or kill? It would have saved my heart the trouble of mourning all this pain. Your hearts too. Maybe I made a mistake. Maybe it would have been better if I had left you with no will. You would never have learned anything for yourself, but you wouldn't have killed or hurt each other. If you were not able to have a will to love anything then you would never have missed it when it was gone. Without love and will you could live in simple peace, forced peace. Would tha...