I accuse you. You are a man. You have blood on your hand.
You are the one who bashed your wife to death,
I accuse you.
You are the boyfriend who stabbed his girlfriend in the throat.
You are the soldier that murdered innocent children.
You are the man who drove over that child and drove away.
You are dust. I accuse you.
That man that strangled the little girl for no reason that is you.
The gang that conspires against the sweet child and
abused her repeatedly. That is you.
You are the dog that bites. You are the tiger that claws at goodness.
You make me sick and I accuse you.
You are the criminal you are the terrorist. I accuse you.
Come to me when you die.
My revenge is infinite for I am God and I accuse you.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
Offline) - Published: May 16th, 2026 00:04
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Violence seems man's inheritance. It has been with us from the beginning whether primal ape to present or Cain and Able to present it remains a stain in our DNA one of the few species that war against our fellow men. Yet I have to ask myself if God created us why did he leave that flaw, is the creator not responsible for what he creates? Good write David
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