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I’m not a perky person. I am not a “fluffy bunny”. I am often overlooked. I do not have a plethora of listeners or readers. I have a sense of humour that is often called sick and twisted by the average person.
I think cannibalism is amusing. I think that animals are food. I have strong opinions on a great many things. I really DO lie awake at night wondering how to fix this godawful planet and it’s terminally ill residents.
I have often considered genocide as a viable solution. I have stared into the abyss within that many people avoid. I stared into it and smiled. I have stared death in the face, and I shook his hand.
I have a heart of darkness that longs for the light. I want to live in a better world with decent people surrounding me. Nighttime relaxes me and helps me focus.
I know that violence only begets more violence and yet I find myself with an urge to kill, maim, and destroy. I would destroy everything within my path to protect the people and ideals that I hold dear. I would kill YOU if it were necessary.
Humans are a fucked up species. Luckily I do not consider myself to be completely human. I am not like you. If I were like you, I would not think and believe as I do. Perhaps I would think more highly of humans if it weren’t for the rampant stupidity that plagues the species. I watch you scramble to collect more and more. I watch you hoard more food than you will eat, and I wonder at your worship of little slips of green paper.
If you would focus on making the world better instead of collecting paper scraps, this world would be a far better place. Why not plant something instead of cutting down a thousand trees so you can build another place where you trade paper? Why not teach your children to eat good food and take their time instead of showing them to rush everything? Why do you raise your young to consume instead of create?
You are a virus. You are the plague of locusts that is consuming everything. I have looked upon your religious texts and prophecies and seen what you have missed. While you see only details, I see that you have become the means for the end. You ARE the end.
I do not expect you to see things as I do. I do not expect you to think or believe as I do. If you have read this far, you should know this: You have now changed. You are not the same as you were before you read this. In some small way I have opened your eyes. The dragons are watching, and we are NOT happy.