Intro. Once upon a time I listened to prayers. Millions of voices whispering about hope, about salvation, about revenge. I was the sword that descended at the first word. I thought I knew what power was. Authority is when the Father says yes or no.
I was wrong.
Power is when you say "yes" yourself. Or not". And it depends on your word whether the sun will rise over someone’s street tomorrow.
Here, below, I found something that was not above. Order. Everything is simple here: there is family, there is business, there is honor. And there are those who come uninvited. Those who confuse the fear of God with the fear of a gun. Poor, pathetic people.
They don't know that hell is not fire and brimstone. Hell is when you have to protect your own and you're out of ammo. Or time. Or faith.
I don’t run out of either one, or the other, or the third.