The horror.

The horror.

As you read this text, the shadow cast from a fist on a mother's eyes ends the blinding of love.

The horror.

 

The horror.

While you read this text, a father discovers, in the ill-defined emotion in front of the printed image of a dead baby killed in a war, that the feelings towards his newborn son are arbitrary.

The horror.

 The horror.

While you are reading this text, a mother finds scratches on her baby's genitals and the man who lives with them has nothing to fear.

The horror.

 

The horror.

As you read this text, a promise granted confirms the unknown caresses.

The horror.

 

The horror.

As you read this text, a Catholic Christian priest is leering at a child.