Evil Lurks Where They Don't Expect

We live in a world where anything could happen. We live in a world where we only need one leader. We live in a world where big things change us. We live in a world where small things go unnoticed. We live in a world where small things could make a difference. We live in a world where we are small things thrive. We live in a world where some of us try to make a change. We live in a world where some of us never try to change.

My father has the power to change. My father doesn't want the change. My father is a coward. My father is a pig. My father is evil.

I don't know the definition of evil. Who is evil? What makes them evil? Is a person ever truly evil? Can my father change himself? No. He can't my father hates change. Change is bad. Things must stay the same, he is in charge. Things are good. This world is his. He can hold the world in the large greedy palms of his. He can kill someone with the flick of a switch. He can cull a nation with the push of a button. He can destroy a race with a single command.

He believes he is good. He believes that he's making a change. He believes everyone likes him. He believes he's a good leader. He believes wrong. I don't like him. He's a secretive, manipulative, cunning man.

I know I can make a change. I know I can lead. I know people will follow. I know my father will kill me. I know that's a price to pay. I know a change is what we need. I know this is the end of time. I know this is right.

Or am I wrong? Am I the coward? Am I the pig? Am I the evil one? Is my father right? Am I a burden? Should I leave? Leave my father behind like he so desperately wants? Should I avenge my mother? My mother who was driven away by father's rage and antics?

What am I thinking? I'm crazy. I'm stupid. I'm a burden. My father is in charge. My father tells me this every night. "Don't you forget that." He whispers every night. Cold and malicious. Like the murderer he really is.

The other half of him. The half only I can see. The half he would kill to keep a secret from his followers. The half that closely resembles the devil. The half that's hidden in the darkest corner of his soul. The half that comes out to play when only I am present. This half of his is a great trickstar. It's trickery is award winning. He can hide it in an instant.

My Father Is Chaos.

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