Forgive Me Not

Imagine having someone you conceived strapped to a gurney in that bright sterile room. Murder is murder, no matter who pulls the trigger, sentences someone to die, or injects their victim with chemicals to make it appear humane. Without a gun to their own head some think it’s okay as long as it’s not them or their loved ones. The truth is, they will probably pass judgment for their own selfish reasons, or water cooler conversation. Maybe they will do it for a past act committed against them, or their loved ones, or possibly just to get their own fifteen minutes of fame. They forgot that we are all bound by our own set of chains, and death does not allow do-overs.

They might be some emotional vampire addicted to control and chaos. Without finger pointing, most would soon realize who really had a problem. Like human anchors trying to drag anything alive down into the dark abyss, right fucking beside them. They mimic a line from the Bible “like raging waves of the sea, foaming up their own shame, causing the black of darkness forever.”

I am not overly religious, but whoever you are, I will put in a request to the big guy upstairs. I’ll ask that your defining act that gets you immortalized in print will not be of you rejoicing in someone else’s misery and soon to be death. I doubt this is what you want to be remembered for.

Father forgive them, as they know not what they do.