"You seem certain that this is your world," I said with a smirk as I watch the man in white come closer and closer to us.
"Of course it is our world, 'Blessed are the meek, For they shall inherit the Earth," said the man as he raised his hands up to the sky. The men and women around us lowered their heads at his words as if they were expecting the blessings of God to come down on them through this man.
Great, a cult. I sighed as I fought not to roll my eyes. There was a saying that I was very familiar with, and it went: 'If you stand for nothing, you will fall for everything'. I wished that this was that type of situation. I wished that this was a group of people so weak that they would fall for whatever the man in white said, but it was the exact opposite. They were so strong in their conviction that not even death could convince them otherwise.
