The guardians stand at attention. They have been handed a grave task. Their great-great-great-great-great-great-grandparents discovered God. Now their job is to preserve Him.
They stand in a circle, all with a scimitar forged from the angels who guard Heaven.
Spinning their weapons waiting for any who dare enter the realm they fight for.
Devoted they are, true to their work, and tirelessly fighting at all moments those who keep trying to break through.
Dangers are all around. Especially from the young, those who wish to break apart the guardians, and enter the realm without any respect for their past.
Once, a young woman yelled at them “This place isn’t yours!”
They cut her down. Surrounded her, scimitars flashing, and in a moment her tongue was cut out.
Once, a boy screamed “He hurt me! Give me an audience!” They cut off what would one day make him a man.
Blood pools around them, with the spilled life of those who dare enter of those who wish to speak to Him of those who dare speak ill of their God or of them.
Once, a dark man approached and he said, “I was meant to be a guardian too.” And they stabbed him right in the heart, cutting it out, picked it up, chewed it, and spit it back in his face.
Hearts, blood, tongues, man and womanhood, all around them, as they righteously fight for the God they own.
Behind them is a cage, for if they are not careful God might break out, and He’d be vulnerable to the tongues and hearts of the evil of the young of the dark of the women and of such disfigurations of purity that the Guardians won’t can’t even dare to acknowledge their existence.
So God must be kept in a cage for His own good, and if people wish to know of His words and His knowledge they must approach respectfully, they must remember, that to speak to a guardian is as close as a person can be to God.
And so, the guardians themselves have come to replace God, for they are the only ones trustworthy enough.
Imagine the chaos of a God for all, a Voice who speaks to those who dare challenge Him, and challenge His own: the guardians, who have been appointed by themselves, for the Greater Good.
So, the scimitars spin for all of us. In order to make sure the religion is saved and God kept in his cage.