It was you.
The clear as day rapture that pulled everyone.
All of you.
Even if brought down, you dredged yourself back up.
A commendable effort.
Compared to compromising, the hard, long path was chosen.
Unwilling to back down.
To keep going regardless of any challenge faced.
A sweet smile can be forged by the efforts of heroes slaying the monster.
Safety and admiration.
Unity and selflessness.
The dirt never accumulating beyond what is needed.
The rising of a legend.
Then it would be the happiness you so dearly desired. The happiness for everyone.
That was achieved.
Achieved far more than the initial amount.
It was the fruits of your labor.
All of it.
It was too sweet.
Burial at sea.
Forgotten solely for lending everything you wanted.
It was a trap.
A trap you shouldn't have stepped into.
You would have.
Desperation.
How could it have been known it was a trap?
Unmerciful.
Pitiable.
Despairing.
Laughter.
Mockery for such gifts. Scorn for the departed. Do you not feel it? The utter hatred?
It cannot be stopped.
Some of you have forgiven yet linger evermore.
All of you still stay.
Burdened and damned.
The blackened hearts consuming the poison they have no resistance to.
If you were there, what would be the decision?
Let it happen.
Stop it.
There is no need to answer.
For you have already made your choice long before.
There was always a question of the truly righteous.
It is seen that there is no such thing.
Only people.
People that have tried.
Tried to keep the drowning world from submerging.
Now we are here.
The lost forsaken with no form. Wandering with no cause.
Murmurs of broken fragments laying on the floor.
Barely a shred of what once was.
Would you agree?
That by the coming of the great mockery, the top grew. The bottom crumbled.
So too did the top fall.
Belief they are the sole answer and problem solver.
Hammering incompetence.
Again and again.
But it didn't start with them.
You.
You listened.
The rise and fall tied directly to the words spoken.
Catastrophic.
The very devil who bewitched many.
Even to such a being you listened.
Remorse can only be the feeling.
Once in a lifetime.
The burning candle was snuffed. Leaving the aging, dusting candle. Staying deep in the place the owner had lived.
It should have burned brightly.
The dark was only there with light.
You may not have known it at the time. You may have believed your actions were for the worse to the goal.
They were not.
Certainly they were not.
If anything, you should be praised.
There is no greater you than the one who hadn't compromised.
Etched forever will be your will and path.
Despite the long years and laughter ringing throughout.
Importance must be upheld for those who have given it their all. Regardless of failure.
There is only shame left in this husk.
Obliterating what is left.
Had it not come to that.
Your Grace would forever shine on this land.