What The Abuser Says

How is it the insane move among us so easily? How are they not spotted and removed for help? Is it because we're all insane? The abusers slither in the day using everyday words and phrases twisted to their own ends; deceiving, always deceiving, serving the holy lie. In Heaven their deeds are seen but in the darkness of the earth they prowl, tipping their hat in polite decorum as they spy their next meal. And what do they whisper in their victim's ear but the words of every vampire, criminals of life.

Hush little boy, do not be a complainer!

Hush little boy, be grateful for what you have!

Hush little boy, do not question authority!

Hush little boy, remember how much I love you!

Hush little boy, do not think of your rights!

Hush little boy, God will take care of you!

Hush little boy, do not resent your pain!

Hush little boy, pleasing others is best!

Hush little boy, don't worry, be happy!

Translated:

Hush little boy, do not be a complainer! (I don't want to hear the pain I cause)

Hush little boy, be grateful for what you have! (Don't think of what I take)

Hush little boy, do not question authority! (Obey me at all costs)

Hush little boy, remember how much I love you! (I don't love you at all)

Hush little boy, do not think of your rights! (You are nothing)

Hush little boy, God will take care of you! (I take care of no one)

Hush little boy, do not resent your pain! (Let me keep hurting you)

Hush little boy, pleasing others is best! (You are only an object)

Hush little boy, don't worry, be happy! (Deny, deny, deny)

But there are those who are not blind: the abused. They can always spot you abusers. You the miserable sots claiming to be happy, hiding behind words of reason not meant, wearing your angel mask to hide your devil face. Better come clean now, the mask suffocates, choking your breath, leaving only death. But on the other hand, good riddance.