Of the force that seems to be undenied

I shudder to think that solid exits from barren existences can be be
boarded up without decisive thought as to how they were effecting those
that needed to use them from time to time. Suppose the world you knew
so well exploded on itself, and your only pathway to a new existence
was not an option. The sun would descend and burn you with its blazing,
mischevious rays if the door was locked. The oceans would swell and
drown you with their blissless waves if you couldn't just step back
from what was left. The forces of evil and chaos that stalk us across
the planet still exist, and they do indeed walk among us, and try to
change us into them slowly but surely. Now hone in on one force in
particular. This force is never wrong. It succumbs to temptation as we
do, but it hides this. Perfection is its forte, or so it would love to
believe. I comment on how it doesn't control me: "only if you knew half
what I know. I understand you, and you don't even understand yourself".
It shamelessly retorts at me. What it doesn't grasp is that I do. Maybe
in fact it secretly it does know more than I think, but its glazen
poker face won't reveal that. This force will extinguish its flame
eventually, as I will too. It came from two other and independent
forces like myself. It has reached the stage of personification. This
force breaks all and only rules, only it shields itself with an outer
shell of purity, of sincerity of purpose. This force lacks maturity. It
makes brash decisions and judges indiscriminately, condescending to all
of the other forces: her equals. This force exemplifies, too, atrocity,
eminating a lack of responsibility for her behaviour and actions. She
strives to be viewed as divine, needing to be seen as an absolute
power: the only ruler. Very few forces have a keen enough sense of
truth to look beyond this force's appearance and see it as the
pretender it is.

Reflection:

I can't believe I ever thought she was ok. I guess I was unenlightened.
With time comes wisdom, and with enough time she will lose her many
fans, the door will miraculously open, and we'll all be free. Enjoy
this toast.