I Could Rant Forever
I'm sorry for this but at this time when I wrote it I was really angry at the world and so hopeless and despaired. I hope you understand my anger
WE DON’T DESERVE ANYTHING GOOD,
FOR WE ARE A WICKED MESS OF HORRIBLE CAPABILITIES;
JUST LOOK AT US,
THE TERRIBLE BEINGS WE ARE,
JUST LOOK AT ALL WE SAY AND DO,
WE KILL OUR PEOPLE,
OUR OWN KIND,
WE KILL INNOCENT CREATURES
JUST FOR ENTERTAINMENT OF SOME SORT,
WE KILL OUR WORLD,
AND WE WILL BE THE VERY CENTER
OF THE DESTRUCTION OF OUR WORLD,
WE HARM EACH OTHER
IN WAYS SO UNIMAGINABLY AWFUL;
WHY WOULD WE WANT TO DO THIS?
WHY IS VIOLENCE
AND SIN
AND EVIL
SUCH A REGULAR PART OF OUR LIVES?
I KNOW WHY:
WE WANT OUR HURT
AND PAIN
AND SUFFERING
TO BE SHARED,
SO WE JUST DUMP ALL OUR PROBLEMS
ON SOME POOR,
INNOCENT BEING,
HOPING IT’LL SOLVE ALL OF IT,
BUT IT DOESN’T;
WE ARE EVIL THINGS,
WE DON’T DESERVE ANYTHING BUT DEATH
AND TORMENT,
FOR WE ARE AWFUL CREATURES,
AND WE WILL NOT AND SHOULD NOT SURVIVE.
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