Mortal Savior

Venture into the depths of my desolate frame.
The form you have recklessly shattered in vain.
The smoldering hostility you have left to perish.
Now I am merely among myself, with only the memories remaining.
Those were the days, yes, those were the days.
The silence of those beloved golden moments was nothing short of sacred.
The pinnacle calm before the storm.
It was when time seemed to go on endlessly.
Yet at some point along the lines of bliss and ecstasy, time was lost, evaporated throughout the years.
The artificial serenity was then nursed in my hands like an empty mug with only an ounce of false pretense left within its shallow capacity.
Paranoia hastily coated my every thought and dream.
The concept of children crouching timidly in the shadows, their innocence being lapped up by the sinister omniscience the darkness summons forth.
So how could you possibly dare to request that I find it within the goodness of my heart to seek forgiveness of those who are deemed to assault the virtue of others?
How is it that you can subject me to sop up the defenseless tears and blood that flows from the victims, without uttering a single solitary word of contempt towards the committers of these catastrophes?
Regard me as a warning, for I shall not be the only one to speak out against these diabolical actions.
This vicious cycle must be stopped, and it is our obligation to make sure these victims are led toward a substantial salvation.