all logic, but still a slight improvement over being alone with my self-hatred (or worse, self-pity, which is even more disgusting to deal with).
In whatever time I have left, with what little remains of my sanity, I will continue offering my thoughts on my continuous research on matters of Watchtower doctrine, mind control/thought reform, and Bible topics. I often wish I'd remained ignorant, stayed in the easier, lonelier, depressing life I once had. My mind just...wanted answers the elders couldn't give me. I knew they weren't intelligent men, just policemen following laws they were told to enforce. I needed more than that in order to understand why the machine seemed so ruthless. Though it hurts me to no end, I'm glad I found the answers I was looking for. Deep down, I always knew.
At the heart of the city,
There is a building that looks down over all there is
And the man in the tower
Controls it all without raising a single fist
It's like they gathered up the city,
Sold it to the Devil, and now
It's gone to hell and they wonder how
A friend once told me, men,
They would follow any man who would turn the wheels
Now the wheels are spinning out of control
What would they do if we held them still?
If you destroy the working parts,
What you get is a broken machine
A beacon of light from a burning scene
Light up the night
There is a city that the darkness can't hide
There are the embers of a fire
That's gone out, but I can still feel the heat on my skin
And this mess we're in,
You and I
You and I
We can light up the night
--"Light Up the Night", The Protomen, "Act II: The Father of Death"
Those of you--and that means most of you, I hope--who are made of stronger stuff than I was, I hope life treats you well. Enjoy your freedom. Every tear that fell for you was worth it. Cherish your freedom. It came at a terrible price, I know. But cherish it with every breath. Cherish it, for those of us who cannot.
SD-7