Into the the loving moon I look, peering into my own life, playing on fear and emotion. Tears stream openly as I weep like a child. Not out of my own selfish greed, but the good of mankind. I can’t continue on, there isn’t enough to live for anymore.
Our world has given me the cold shoulder, and refuses to accept my means. There is no more dealing with the mess that our society has placed in my hands. Fuck the comforting words that you once gave me, I need actions to compensate for my sins. This is the final act, and the curtain is about to fall, I musn’t falter, for once I will being doing the majority a service. How can I lose when I have never won?