IN DARKNESS IT THRIVES

In darkest days, the slightest bit of light is heaven. In a place long forgotten, even the light of a candle is forgotten. In darkness it thrives. Hate, anger, death. A product of Man's darkest fear unseen to the naked eye. On the surface it is as normal as breathing. But the breath is slowly being pulled away with every single second that passes by. Evil is not what it used to be. Evil's form changes with every passing decade. No longer does evil live through tyrants and torturors.

The purest of people now hold evil within them. Leaders of the free people now corrupted by power punish those who stand against their teachings. No one dares stand against them for fear of the unseen.

But one will dare to stand against them. One will oppose the unseen oppressor. One will fight for what is really right. One will fight for that one bit of light, that heaven.

That One is Me.