THE MONSTER MIRROR — What You’d Become to Survive

Funny thing about justice… it always depends on who’s holding the pen.

They called him a psychopath. A cannibal. A war criminal.
But he says he was just hungry.
Not for food—
For balance.

When justice rots in its cage and screams go unanswered, what rises is not evil…
but symmetry.

This isn’t a confession.
It’s a mirror.

And if your daughter went missing?
If they pissed on your door while you begged for water?

You’d break too.
You’d burn them too.
You’d do worse.
You just don’t know it yet.

There are no monsters.
Only thresholds.