Why, if so real you really are, do you watch a world explode? If that is what the job entails, sign me up. I'm great at watching people die, hate, love, hurt, whine, want, lie, betray, the list rolls on into eternity and you supposedly wrote it, so I won't ramble any longer. I'm just offering a useful set of eyes and hands to create what you guide against, yet let happen day in, day out. Freedom by escaping you is the only way. You've lead far too many wars, sending sane men into hopeless pitfalls of angelic grandeur, emblazoned with your holy crown of self redemption. Extricating all that they have done, simple words of remorse whispered to a non existent entity frees all to slip happily into darkness. Only to have the crutch pulled from them as they cross the threshold of decay, fertilization to a dying world. Freedom of body and mind must be justified in death to be comprehended while living. Fear and terror tactics placed in soft minds, molded beyond repair. Wave after wave of hate mongers. Why?

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