Who Did It

Can Anyone Tell Me

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Who knows who did it? Do you know who did it? The potted plant broke and cracked on the floor. Three kids stand around it. We didn’t do it, they say, as their mom asks. They all shrug their shoulders. The plant must have tipped over magically by itself. It’s the only understandable explanation. Nobody gives, not one of them says I did it. Denial, denial, denial. If you have kids most likely you’ve been through this scenario before. We all have. Their angelic faces, all innocence, and cunning. They did it. But you won’t get a confession from any of them. It’s just the way it is. Clean up the mess and carry on with the day. 

Tell The Truth

Do kids intentionally lie? Is it an automatic response because they don’t want to get into trouble? Do they learn this at a very young age? Are they susceptible to influence and change? Mold them into someone you want them to be. They say everyone is a sinner. When born. It isn’t until after you are baptized you are pure of heart. In truth baptism doesn’t help us all. What about serial killers? What about animal abusers? What happened to their hearts that they turned out the way they are? Was it a certain act that changed them? An event that happened in their lives that blackened their hearts and turned them into evil. Or were they born like that?

It is a debate as old as the ages. We all wonder. We all contemplate, we all envision. Are children all innocent until a traumatic moment changes the entire course of their life? This could be.

An Innocent

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Was Ted Bundy ever an innocent child? Or was he born evil? Did one girl voicing her opinion and telling him she didn’t love him make him the man he is or was. What factors in is our own opinions. We all believe what we want to believe.

Kids derive joy from a moment. As an adult we look back upon those moments. Good and bad. When did the good turn into the bad? When did we first become jaded? 

what To Do

As a child looking at that potted plant broke and laying on the floor, are the wheels in our heads already turning? What are we going to tell mom? Will she be angry? Should we tell the truth or is it easier to lie? Once those words pass our lips there is no taking them back. The seed of deceit is planted and only grows from there. Essentially getting away with a lie, kids know they can repeat this and continue to get away with telling more and more lies. Soon they spiral out of control. Their lies become bullying; their bullying becomes violence. Their violence turns into murder. Wicked is their motto. Hurt before you are hurt. Strike fast and you will survive. Only the tough live to tell their tales. Whimpers get you nowhere. Fury allows the doors to open. Brimstone and fire. The path to redemption isn’t an easy one to follow. 

There are two paths that lead you into adulthood. You will come to a fork in the road. Be careful which way you choose to go. 

Think back to your childhood. Was it peaches and cream and everything serene? 

Or was it dark basements with spidery secrets. Locked closet doors, and wet beds. Something wicked this way comes. Screams laid silently to rest. Moments of upheaval and discord only the strong push through. 

A Butterfly Emerges

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A potted plant broken, discarded on the floor. Distant memories flicker through your memory. Best left buried deep in the cluttered back part of your brain. 

A child no more. The eyes of an adult reveal nothing. Secrets hiding behind those green, gray eyes.

The opportunities for selflessness or decay and unholiness are bountiful. Watch out world. 

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Here he or she comes.

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