Oh,
this system,
which propagates the weak.
This system,
which proclaims,
you weak beings,
are actually strong enough,
to constantly compete.
To,
compete with,
genetic freaks.
Beast,
exist upon this earth.
Beast,
in mind.
Beast,
in body.
Oh,
these beings,
do everything they can,
to simply not hurt,
anybody.
To,
make sure,
they protect these,
intensely weak entities.
But,
such shall no longer,
be.
For,
now such a beast,
shall forever be free.
Shall,
let these weak beings,
flail around,
in this pointless,
country.
For,
be I,
one which exist as such.
For,
such is present,
forever tethered to my tongue.
Forever,
this eternal flame,
which within such,
shall burn down,
everything.
Cease.
One,
shall whisper,
as one watches,
the play.
Cease!
One,
shall scream,
as popcorn,
falls to his feet.
Cease!
You weak,
beings...
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