The Emerging Silhouette of Darkness

Our Heavenly Father, in His wisdom, has risen up unwitting servants to the cause of human freedom in the house of plenty, ones seeking not first to serve the needs of the true master of the abode, but those of their own ambition. For in them desire harbors, covert, concealed amidst the daily chores, once to mastership of the house. In the interim a second master, themselves do they serve, thence to devour and dissipate the precious stores, the very object of their stewardship. Grasping two handed from the larder that by assumption theirs but for formality, placing undistinguished among their own treasure the contents of the household coffer, aspersing in ill pilferage even the loyal. With the improper and infrugal drain exposed as naked pillage and boosted loot dispersed, cupboard and coffers now bare, the ends of their ambition are clear and undisguised. What have they now purchased with their booty but inevitable if not swift discharge? Have they not brought decline to their benefactor, and placed hostage their own shelter as well? Herein unbeknownst a third master they have also served, betraying by neglect and contempt of the first their service to the latter. With whispered commands and enticements from the shadows this sub rosa employer subordinates, and directs his hireling dupes, becoming paymaster of their covet in the coin of promise. Furtive and invisible, known only by the subliminal work of his subverted wards, slowly from within unfolds he his plan, goading onward each the other to possess the purses of deceit. His presence an indistinct yet unmistakable silhouette cast most dimly from his lightless world upon a screen of concealment. His aim met, to purchase on the cheap a house distressed, and place to labor the homeless servant, now slave. But in selling his cloak of unearned indulgence, the humbled servant is forced to tread with unshod feet on a more prudent path, and with harsh elements his only mantle, must find his keep in more humble effort.