I did it. It was me who did the deed. Those others, if they existed, who may or may not have helped me, were acting solely on my orders. Orders I enforced at the point of a weapon. Orders I demanded be carried out, or the death- by my own hand- of those who denied them, my orders. I did it.
Too many years have come and gone and seen death, destruction, poverty, ridicule, spite, hate, rape, murder, and a million things worse, all at the hands of their stupid ideals. Ideals that, though some claimed otherwise, never sought the raising up of all men. Ideals that never, though some argued contrarily, sought equality, nor peace. Ideals that imposed restriction above all else. Ideals that imposed hatred, that demanded murder and rape and a million things worse. I ended those ideals. I did it.
I have watched them all my life, and during that time I have had the extreme advantage of knowledge. Knowledge of earlier times, of other lives, where it could also be seen, and had been acknowledged; but nothing was ever done. I made a decision, I designed a plan, and I forced my design upon the face of the world. I killed the religious. I did it.
I plotted, I schemed, I thought, I considered, and I made sure they would all die- but I was merciful, and made sure their deaths would be swift. I will not discuss how I did it. It is not for me to reveal the secrets of how I did it, how I made it so effective, how I- alone- enforced my decision. These things will, eventually, be known, I am sure; but they will not be revealed by me. It is enough that I take full responsibility. I brain washed, I black mailed, I cajoled, I tempted, I begged, I pleaded, and I bribed. I did it.
There were seven billion of us. Now there may be only one of those seven left. I have preserved the histories, the buildings, the words, and I have even allowed those tainted anti-Ideals to survive; but none of those tainted people. Nature does not allow the stupid to survive and thrive, and neither did I. I feel that is why I succeeded so thoroughly in what I did. I did it. I did it. I did it.
I am a monster. This is what will be said, what has already been said, and what will continue to be said. I am a monster, evil and depraved. I will not deny it. I will say my intentions were good; but I do not defend myself, nor my actions. My actions trump my intentions, I have committed vast evil and do not deserve mercy. I acknowledge my responsibility. I acknowledge my horrible guilt. I acknowledge the heinous nature and depravity of my crime. I did it.
I will say, though, that I could have gone another route. No, I could not have let them continue. They had continued on for all of history, and it was time something was done. It was time that a bold and decisive action be made. I could have done something else, however, and deprived those one in seven of their right. Their right to judge me. Their right to sentence me. Their right to punish me. I have shown my inability to act in a civilized manner, though I did what I did out of extreme love for all my fellows. Though I acted to preserve the species, though I did what I thought best, and though there is no evidence that could be presented to point to my actions being anything other than right; I know I did a crime. I did it.
Feelings may be that I am worst of the worst. Ideas may confirm that I am the most horrible ever, and the most horrible possible. Intangibles may sign my death warrant. Facts, however, will not contradict me. Facts will prove my point. Though it was unspeakably vile, I did it in full knowledge of what I was doing, of why I was doing it, and that I was absolutely correct. Only emotion speaks to the contrary. I did it.
Look past emotion. Look past shock. Look past grief, anger, and everything else. Two unassailable facts do, and will always, remain. In one massive and fatal stroke, I freed all of humanity from the bondage of superstition, stupidity, and falsehood. I did it, I killed religion and that petty notion of gods. I did it.
I have no regrets. I could have killed myself, and been spared the humiliation, the torture, and the hate. I could have deprived the survivors of their justice, or made it where that justice could not assail me. Yet, I did not. I did not do those things, though I killed six of every seven and left only the one who was not victim of depraved hallucinations corrupted by some false self-righteous divine grandeur. I did it.
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