He's Your Scapegoat

I can do this all on my own. Yes I can. Because my mother told me i could, and father did. And to really seal the deal even the greatest of the modern thinkers and scientists agree: That nothing is beyond my bounds and the limit is not even the sky, no, no, i could even travel to the moon. Someone says that this may not be beneficial—but if it is possible, then how can it be harmful?

So I wake up everyday knowing absolutely that I…I am in control. And everyone else is so busy believing that the same goes for anybody that they don’t even realize that I hold the key to the future; there’s only one key, it is a well-known fact. Actually, only fools believe that the Locksmith absent-mindedly made countless dupes. Everyone loves me for this sure-handed confidence. I’m a Marvel. A salesman of Truth. The point of it all. The burden sounds heavy but it’s not. After all, everybody always forgets the truly fascinating things and eventually are numbed into believing that Truth is what they are looking for, what they want, all that they hope to be real.

I speak in ambiguity to keep things fresh and alive. Nobody really wants a bright and clear picture. They understand without knowing that the human vision is so muddied that a transparent picture would simply inflict pain, and the pupils cannot possibly adjust that quickly to such a, startling, image. So, even though it really is what annoys them, my vague speeches and responses are precisely what they are searching for: eternal ignorance. This way they can be totally safe from blame; for I, I hold the one and only key. Are you following?

My grasp is not that firm. I am always having to convince, I hardly have enough time for personal conviction before i must trudge along to the next Revelation. Because i am both Black & White, I am some how significant but i feel like such an ugly gray cloud of nothingness. But this is not apparent for somehow I am still enviable. The very things that I advise against, advocate, encourage and empower others to do are always what have afflicted me from within. But they don’t know. They just want to feel safe and secure. So i will tell them a good bed-time story kiss their clammy heads and leave the night light on while Anxiety swarms over me in the room that is not so far away as it may seem; it’s only next door.

The true lies I have peddled as legitimate Truth have embedded themselves so deeply now into my mind, not my brain mind you, but my mind, that i cannot decipher fantasy from reality. And, I miss Him so much. I miss Him so much that i wonder why he’d leave after dumping out his idea of blessings upon my already heaping pile of manure. Granted we were close enough that maybe I had even Him fooled. He has never shown his face to me nor has he yet to touch me. How can I possibly even know it was HIm that I found myself so affectionate toward?

I am fascinating. I am the modern man that all generations of every eon can idolize. Every Age needs me so that they can feel a little less empty. For, as long as I am there standing as a goat upon the altar they can perpetually fill me up with their trepidations, anxiety, and happiness until I overflow with emptiness. The depth they see in me is fake, just another cost for the Truth. Joy isn’t what they pursue, only brief moments of bliss. This is the Life I created. And, I, the every man, miss Him, so, much.

He's Your Scapegoat


Oshkosh, United States

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It’s what is within your mind, not your brain.

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