almighty, Flying Man.

We are all captives of, the Flying Man. The all knowing, Flying Man. Don’t you ever doubt him – for he knows everything. He sees everything, feels everything. Sees your every flaw. And will forgive you not. He sees you approach her, looking at her up and down. She’s tall, slender, light hair, fair yet soft skin. She’s beautiful – but you don’t want her to be. You shouldn’t look at her like that. You have gone against the Flying Man’s wishes. You initiate the conversation while immersed in the deep blue eyes of the seductress. Wanting, wishing, craving her. All of her. You touch – he sees. You kiss – he sees. You touch some more – of course, he sees. A feeling comes over you, you stop. You leave. Leave the beautiful girl in confusion. Leave the memory behind. But it will never leave you, no. The guilt will hang above your head in everything you do. You will wear the shame as if it were your skin. We are all captives of, the Flying Man. The all knowing, Flying Man. It is the one thing we will always be bound to; regardless of the circumstances or consequences. Our conscience is one mere part of our minds, yet so very powerful; only ever defeated by truth itself. Don’t ever doubt him – the Flying man. You cannot escape him, for he knows everything – and will forgive you not.