● Wherever I look, I see only despair: dead eyes and vacant stares on all their faces. Their smiles are like raging baboons; their pale, dead, and silky-skinned bodies glisten in the sun like tin foil. They have no souls. They are thieves basking in their plunder. "Why did I have to be born amongst them?" I thought. I wanted to be better, but no one ever really cared about me. My name and legacy only propagate their bastardization of civility. I became their Trojan horse and doomed others to share my fate. Oh, how I've come to hate all of them; but when I look up at the night sky, I can only weep, for I know what this place is: my prison. Why, why was I not meant to know what's out there? I want to see what lies beyond, but no one else seems to care what's out there, and those who do don't think I'm worthy to. Fuck them. Why is it like this? Everyone seems to know, but their words are shit. This place is simply not a good place. The distractions blind us, make us fickle. The hate I feel for it all is insufficient. Death is insufficient. The agony is grinding my soul to dust. I want to end them all. I hate these worthless copies. Each generation, they degrade more and more. What will be the point of creating a paradise then, if everyone is insane? What is the point? Why do we allow ourselves to be tools? Most are just content and live on, but why? Why?! ...Why?
● I'm fed up with this dumbass game we all play.