This world you see is a dark cesspool of revolting scum. We're zombies, unwilling to feel. We'd rather hide behind our drugs. All of us from grungy junkies to beaten housewives with their Valium. In barcaloungers, with our king-size fast food clutched in hand, we'd rather watch television than be alive, and yet we're all afraid to die. Children starving in foreign worlds, five-cents for a life? Adolescents starving for attention in a world of true strife. Fundamentalists on TV preaching about some all-powerful God, needing you to pay a sacred price. And you, Nietzsche-wannabe, smugly smirking, pretending to be better than the rest of us. All because you know how to whine about all of society's flaws?
Above any of the other zombies that roam this Earth, I pity your lack of life.
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