Letter from Karma

Would you believe if I told you my true name is was Karma?

That the reason I can't sleep at night, is because I'm up fighting the demons of others in order to right the wrongs of this world.

I fight back tears and screams from the pain I hold inside. In my efforts to keep peace in the world, I absorb this pain.

I feel everything. EVERYTHING. There's nothing I can do about it, for this is the job I was given.

It's endless and often merciless but, ironically enough, it's not hopeless... or so I thought. This was, before I entered THIS world.

This world has more pain and wrongs than I've ever encountered.

It's rulers thrive on crushing the hopes and joys of EVERY living thing. For what? What glory comes from the spoils "gained" from the rotting of others.

Peace of mind, gone. Sanity, gone. Inner peace, gone. Hope, lost. Faith, in disarray from the multiple twists and versions of "religions" and self love in attempt for "self care".

Selfishness. SELFISHNESS! SELFISHNESS!! Why have you all chosen SELFISHNESS as your ruler? Who appointed this spirit of hatred and confusion?

YOU all have buried yourselves in an ever deepening pit, with thin sliding vines for strongholds.

But this job I have, is only temporary here.

There will come a day, the one who appointed me, will call me to return home. The one I work for, is coming soon.

Woe. Woe to you who are left during that day. This plane of existence will crash. You will all feel the pain I've held in for so, so long.

Love is your only savior, just as is mine. Cherish love, hold love dear, let love guide you. For love is the hope of this world.