Because of massive publicity, the lure of the red dimension has encompassing appeal to all of society’s minds. Since it is a race on which the last man standing is, the riders gather in unlikely places to behold or take part in the highly acclaimed game within the Central Business District and the city’s outskirts. I am the living cause of this event’s aftermath. These are my sins and my confessions.
To my society with moral relativity, I am Crime in itself; I am a cold – hearted master of violence and bloodshed spread by those who have wrongly taken much on their head. I prey on what sanity has left on their minds, pushing them to resurrect chaos among the innocent, the weak, the kind and the happy.
To my family, with weakening ties due to the security offered by law, I am a home wrecker. Being a certified tease, I ruin Family Time by luring husbands and wives alike away from their children. I could have left it at that but the chains of justice are loosely bound for me to cause broken homes to thrive because I can drag a partner in the arm’s of another’s embrace.
To my disputed faith, I am a religious adversary. By causing somebody to lose humanly inhibitions, their existential reputation is forever ruined. Be warned: disrespect on religious embodiment is imminent in my nasty fore bearing.
To expensive education, I am illiteracy. Having caused anger among the parents and wonder among teachers, I have borne regret among the people who have the means yet have taken education for granted in favour of a night’s wisdom of illusion and myth.
To the ideals of employment, I am poverty. For a pay being spent faster than it was earned I have become a financial jinx taken as a second’s pleasure but years of unattained dreams.
To safety measures, I am a casualty. In a place called home, I arrive with sadness and grief when eyed by my loved ones. On the floor I lie still, on the walls I smear and on a cairn I take my rest forever.
To an insatiable self, I am destruction. The greatest gifts I have ever given were a crumbling self – respect, an unfathomable self – pity, and unacceptable stereotype and lost life direction.
So where the lights are dim and the ambers of fire barely kiss the ground the spectators and candidates roam: angels by morning, vampires by night. For this addiction I take credit on which I am, but nobody can incriminate me because I am a menace. I do not ask for forgiveness and I never will because I am a capitalist. I am a big time user exploiting fools to gain a monetary stance against my rivals. I am constantly condemned but the shindig never stops because I can kill an angel, kick a horse and host a feast. I do not really care because I am the night’s illegitimate child. Know by my color. Love me by my name. Call me Beer. Call me Gin. In excessive doses, my name remains the same.
Call me alcohol.
Thank you, Rudy and Peter Skitterians, for the featured image.