Creating Hell for Fun and Profit (excerpt)

 https://windsongmyths.wordpress.com/2019/05/18/creating-hell-for-fun-and-profit/

 

Creating Hell for Fun and Profit (excerpt)

 

 

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What becomes of unwanted children?

Pimped out or outright sold for

sadistic pleasures?

Dying on broken streets of disease

or violence, drugs of death, suicides?

Is this what you meant, what you demand,

vulture-eyed zealots rapt for your evil

deity?

 

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Nobody likes to admit what casual cruelty we are capable of. Gang-raping children because we can doesn’t appeal to our desired self-image. Her mother allowed it in exchange for food, a place to sleep, the blessed drugs to keep away the pain of knowing the endless, hopeless misery life had become. Or, she was alone on that dark street, lost and frightened, with nowhere safe to go, no one protecting her just then. Her sexuality tempted me, in all that frenzy of bonding blood cries, heightened primal energies, hot insistent bodies falling under ritual spell. She is but a sacrifice, a holding cell for sin. There is no freedom for will to grow within her, only unwanted, tainted seed, thrust outward from the nauseous collective psyche to poison her potential. Does she need to be defined by what has been done against her nascent will?

 

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Cruelty (excerpt)

https://nightspages.blogspot.com/ – {patchwork narrative} a flash fiction serial following the story of a child vampire, the eternal child monster working out that existence

 

Throughout night walks I see, touch their misery;

so many unwanted people, so much gratuitous cruelty.

Children thoughtlessly conceived, grudgingly expelled helpless,

let loose into the world without a friend.  All these people who

trust death much more than life.

A streak of compassion grasps my pondering mind, takes thought

into a whirl of streams.  I am drawn to wondering about mothers,

their archetype of loving protection.  How do beleaguered women

conscious of their inability to give what they lack, of their bleakness,

allow their children birth into useless suffering, into brutality?

Inculcated or innate, maternal imperative, moral responsibility to love

and protect, ought sound strong warning against prolonging

unfortunate gestation.  Certainly women have always shared knowledge,

means of ending what ought not have begun.  Or do they feel need for

outward manifestation of their sins of pleasure, of weakness, of

worthlessness?  Do they bear not blessings but images to punish,

a chain of blood and thorns as reminder and retribution?

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Do potential mothers, pregnant with potential children

who have no interest in being born, diseased or

precognizant of earthly depredations, do they as

sympathetic hosts feel this horror of gestation’s

consequences?  Are these unborn the true instigators

of abortive maternal acts?  If their mothers are not able,

or sufficiently sympathetic, to comply, is suicide a

rectification, a severely late-term abortion.