Their Precious

What does it say about a person who doesn’t believe when someone is telling the truth but will believe anything that a pathological liar would say? It certainly isn’t the reflection of the honest one, but more of a reflection of the one who would want to believe the liar. I will fight it and I will always fight it every time and every instance whenever and wherever this happens because if there’s one thing I have it’s the truth.  And I know now what disgusting characters people are and what they choose to believe.  I do not believe I am in the same class, intellect, emotional, nor spiritual disposition than any of them.  They, the hungry, the classless, the lifeless, godless, depraved creatures, are so desperate to find someone more classless, lifeless, depraved than they. They look at me and find none of these things. They cannot comprehend my truth, sense of justice, sense of fairness and decency. They are so desperate they will grab and slather their sins on whatever victim that is willing to take them or tolerate them. Truth is truth and light is light and these disgusting creatures cower from light. They would rather hide in darkness. They do not have the moral decency or the spiritual fortitude to look at and accept truth.

They are like a horde of Gollums as they walk down the hall, take the elevator, check their mailboxes, looking for their “precious”

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