The Submerged Island

Once upon a time. (yes, let's start this like one of this stories you've heard when you were a kid). There was a putrid island which had a peculiar smell. Wisemen said it smelt like tears and blood. According to ancient legends, this place was corrupt, obscene. Kids didn't sense the smell until they were about 8 years old. However, it was too late for them to do something to escape from it, sad. This kids turn out to be part of the tears which made the island smell so sad, (yes on this story smells have feelings). You know, I feel bad for the ones who survived and have to be part of it, but I also feel angry because they could have been different, they didn't have to be like they were, but they decided to be. The ancients said it's the tears, they made the survivors become what they are today, empty bodies without a soul. Walking demons hurting people in the way, people with no god. I mean they have a god but according to testimonies, they think their god it's going to forgive them for making other people's lives a fucking hell. Glory for Karma if it exists. 

In this legend, there's a lady-god who comes and with furious rage makes the whole island drown, leaving an empty space on a map like she felt all the time after growing up there and being forced by superior laws to return to her native place. Nobody knows that indeed there's a submerged island deep in the ocean. However, this is not literal. Apparently, she had a power, she was a magical lady which could hide and destroy in plain sight. Mariners will surf the island with their ships but they'll never know what happened there. 

They will never know about the obscenity, the perverse queens, and kings who owned the island and could do whatever they wanted without any consequence in this material world. Disguising as saints, hiding in their loving, responsible masks. I have to believe there's a superior power up there, a creator who's seeing everything and knows the reasons and punishments for those who the ancients mentioned, because in truth I think that god-lady it's bullshit in general but the truth in her mind. Unfortunately, there is a division... a gap between poor and rich, innocent and malefic. I believe that if in ancient worlds, islands, and this world. If that gap didn't exist, everything would be easier. Because without that gap, so many innocent people would have talked and been listened to and not abused. And the perverse ones would be closed from this world which they just cause damage to and didn't give anything back in return to it. 

But after the things that happened, I wonder, why. Why is there so much bad in this world. Why in ancient times and now. Why can't it end? Is it human nature to be like this?... I mean imagine a world without law... it would be maybe worse than it is now. So there's an alibi. The greatest Alibi, which I've again chosen to believe because if there's so much bad in this world, there has to be some good, there has to be someone who'll take care of the ones who hurt and traumatized. It's god. Maybe even if I don't believe in religion, maybe if don't believe that lady-god could have submerged that island, I could believe he/she it's watching and will know how to take care of deeds fairly and give everyone what each one deserves.