The right kind of hunters are the honey of any society, for they are there to love creation and be sensitive to its needs and balances. The wrong kind of hunters are the poison of creation, cold hearted, gaining a sick addiction to taking life.
The hunters came from every corner of society, a fitting end for a paranoid species that never escaped the pull of genocidal power-lust.
The hunters could only comprehend a value to our existence within the narrow and greedy confines of their own wants and desires. If we were not providing them with benefit or luxury, what was the point in our living and breathing?
The hunters came not to save their own lives, yet to preserve their standing in society as "kings," yet not the kind of King Arthur's reign, the kind who slaughter, rape and steal. They come with the metal of the hand to take our mettle of the heart.
God said we had do choose between money and God, between cold heartedness and love. Those who chose money became our hunters, the killers of the meek with their monetary cruelty. It's time to flip the script. It's time to show clearly the line in the sand so that people can see clearly which side they are on and have time to change their hearts.
The hunters are the monsters with their monster God, speaking of love as knaves who see goodness as weakness and callous cold deeds as strength. Their God is our devil and vice versa. Yet creation must be saved, and so we are prepared to fight on behalf of the defenceless and bring a healthy world into reality. We are not prey, yet those who pray to to positive side of the divine force, who shun the false allure of cruelty and violence.
Whereas we live by honesty and truth, by the loving word, they come with a thousand paranoias interwoven with tiny fragments of reality. They take one tiny thing we say that could be twisted and disputed to invalidate all of our truths; yet in their conspiracy theory garbage they take shreds of almost-truth to validate their insanity. And these people of disturbed mind, of emotional indifference, of cold blood and hot heads, have started to hunt us down. So, fellow creatures of the loving soul, I wish you well and Godspeed. It is time for the divine plan to unfold.
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