Sometimes, we are the ones who made the worst monsters we wish we've never known. The very snake that we lovingly raised to bite us. The very best friend that is now your worst enemy. Or the Judas, after years of friendship, betrays us with a kiss and valued your friendship cheaply like they were 30 pieces of coins. The Peter we raised up so closely just to deny us not just three times. The very hand we used to hold and lead are now the hands that sinks deep, knives of lies and deciet on our backs. That we created the very rebels like David did with Absalom, our very own children, who will rise up and chase us away. I realized that I created them. The very nightmares I cry about every night. Anger rises up inside you. You want to express that rage. You want to break the face of the one who used to make you smile but now just makes you cry. But as you lift up your fist to give that first blow, you stop and slowly lower your fist down. As you look into their eyes- the monsters, ...
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