Call Me Perdition Essay

Call Me Perdition
Every murderer once was a child, every crook was once straight, every dictator a young boy who pretended to be a monarch of men. I used to be innocent and benevolent, pure and virtuous, just as they used to be. There was a light in my soul, a beacon of hope and kindness and made sin envy good. But then the gates of hell opened, and pain and suffering was all we knew. Some capitulated to its temptation; some became it to stop it. Others lost themselves trying to fight it. I watched my brothers suffer, watched great men become corrupted by evil lurking in the shadows. They killed themselves to kill the inequity flowing through their veins; they killed their own brethren to purge its insanity from their kindred. Soon, I was alone,
My heart darkened, my bitter rage kindled against an entity I could not comprehend. Every iota and facet of my existence was allocated to survival, every last myofibril of every muscle to push against adversity. I was an unctuous servant of my flesh, a man who rode on the high tide of barbarism to fulfill the basic principles of survival of the fittest. But even Darwin was a man, a faithful citizen of his own laws. Men of science, who boast their Hardy-Weinberg logic like zealous preachers of clandestine religion eager to gain political fervor, claimed that Natural Selection was a mechanism that perpetuated traits most conducive to environmental pressures, but I beg to differ. It is serendipity, it is fate, and it is happenstance. And oft I wonder, why should I be the one to abide, what have I done to endure the destruction of the world and be impervious to age by the infinite passage of time? If only longevity was as humanity hoped it to be. My words are lost in the wind, my works wrought by mine own hands calloused with grief inaudible over the devil’s laugh. I was incompetent, my mind dissolved by apprehension and anxiety into an acidic broth of pain and confusion. The more I learned, the less I knew, the more arrogant and