I had a dream.
Religion was discovered for its true colours: it was a control system, nothing more.
A system not even world leaders were aware of, as they are just figureheads themselves.
Organized thousands of years ago to hold control over everything, all wars were predecided for the benift of keeping mankind under the systems thumb.
But when the discovery was made, people instantly lost faith and broke down.
The system stood horrified as people lost their sanity and social chaos exploded.
Murder, rape, and other sick actions were a common sight for a solid week.
I watched from a point not far from what was heaven and reached for something I didn't believe in.
Everything stopped. The entire globe stood still, and just for a moment you could actually hear the thought of everyone on the planet.
To the irony of the system, judgement day shot through the hearts of men and as I walked through the burning streets all I could hear were screams. I entered a public toilet and there in the cubical was a mountain of bodies, all red, all burnt, yet every face recognizable. I left without any emotion on my face. People ran, people chased. But everyone was guilty.