Monsters and Saints

“Are monsters troubled?”He asked me.

“Why should you ask dear?”

I asked my nephew.

“Because monsters eat people and by doing that they kill them!”

He was my little squeaker-mouse.

I hugged him and said.

“Do you know about saints?”

“Yeah.” He said.

“They’re the guys in the Bible.”

I pulled him to the side and told him quietly.

“Every saint had their troubles. Some were troubles they couldn’t confess to their own heart driven mad by society….”

Years after, my nephew never wanted to talk to me again.

I wrote him a letter.

I am now in the army.

But the people I killed were on another man’s orders.

That’s what makes a man a man, but surely the saints will hear me and pray for the time when God shall judge me.