Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

Dear Exorcist,

Thank you. For all you’ve done. But haven’t you considered the fact that perhaps what you’re doing is more out of cruelty than the love and sentimental whatnot that your dark order cooks up?

You’re fed honeyed words of paradise like some suicidal martyr, and you actually believe that you can save us. But you can’t bring the dead back. You can’t make us happy. You’re sadly arrogant in thinking that you’re saving the world when all in all it’s just enlightened self-interest on your part. You feel good by acting pretentious and powerful since you’re superhuman- even still you can’t resurrect anyone.

But you’re still human like us- you hurt and you cry when you’re hurt like all people do. And don’t you dare tell us that when your loved ones die you don’t want them back again. If only for one moment to see them smile and laugh and reassure you that, no, they aren’t dead and it’s all a dream.

Can’t you see that by then all we’ve got left is hope in the form of a fat blobby marshmallow in a ridiculous top hat? At the very least let us keep on believing his little hearts and sugary phrases and that there’s nothing hidden beneath his hat that’s going to leap out and eat us.

So don’t interfere. Rest a little. Take care of your health if you really want to do great things in the future- you can go to school, be a doctor or something if you stop now. Yeah. We get the drift- you love your job. If you keep on telling yourself that, you’ll believe it.

But we don’t really need you, since we’re all ******** as it is.

Love,

Humanity