A Tribute to You Who Speaks of Evil...

In this world where everyone doubts or hates everyone else there is no question people would doubt or hate you. Not only because you are not what they expect you to be but sometimes you get into their nerves for just being around them and being who you are.

You are that pesky little brat who wants to prove himself right at all times and prove others wrong. You thrive in the failure and defeat of others. You dwell in their miseries for they become your source of merriment and victory. You are that one source of doom in people whose lives are governed by your tyranny. You evoke mutiny on all lands that you tread.

You are the evil that destroys all that is good. Your wretchedness spreads in the midst of the colony like disease lurking in our biological system. You are that virus in a pill that supposedly treats the illness. You are a pathological mess and though you know it you deny it and rejoice in that knowledge! You are sick for you are sickness itself.

How could you aim at ruining other people´s lives when you have a life of your own to devastate? How could you pick on other´s backyard when you have a mess of your own you haven´t fixed?

Too bad not a lot may have noticed the corruption from within you. Maybe I am wrong. Maybe many have known but are too afraid to come out because of the influence you have on some prominent others. Or maybe because of your tongue you lash out at people just almost everywhere you go and at every spot you see in your own eyes as erroneous.

Truly no matter how despicable you are you still seemed to be all-knowing and goody with just a select few - those who fear you enough not to oppose you or probably those who know you too well to tolerate you and let you be or those who were convinced by your gift of gab and supposed sensibility.

As for the many that do not believe in you or are not all-too-willing to be persuaded by your arrogant intellect, I guess they shrug it off casually and let you pass them by. Your words will not mar them, nor malign their lives. You will be an insignificant thorn in their way, only to prick them for a while and cause a drop of blood but nothing more. You will be a mere flu to be rid of with medication and prevented with shots, a foreign object in the air passage to be sneezed out, a toxic waste to be expelled from the body, a foul bolus of foodstuff to be vomited, nothing more.   

Though they will not belittle you for who you are, they will not allow you to vilify them nonetheless. This is the word of the many, those whom you punctured minutely, as an act of tribute to the being that has in one way or another caused a percussion of unnatural preventable events just because you have unnecessarily intervened.

Henceforth, thou shalt not speak of evil; thou shalt not speak of you.