am amazed. Really, I can not believe my eyes. Yet these eyes have seen things you people ... do not think bad, I have coined this phrase long before the movie by Ridley Scott. Do not forget that several centuries that are around, I ... However, there was saying that I can not believe that, despite everything that was said, shown, done, you humans will continue to push on the accelerator pad. Do you know where you truly take this wild ride, no? Despite this, pretend nothing has happened and move forward ... Baked babies like rabbits, nibbling crumbs of their future. How do you imagine this world in twenty years, or between forty?
Who cares, you live now, and then things will change, of course ... settled on their own ...
How is it that you're still chasing the false illusions of money and popularity? How can you sleep at night knowing that your every day living and incoherence in the waste, it will be up a misery for your children? How come, with your creativity, you are not able to reinvent your life?
But what a fool I am ... yes, even the demons like me can delude themselves, fall into the trap that selling your masters as "hope." The hope of fools, I say ... Things do not put away by themselves. We need change, sacrifices and changes. Needless to say enough. Needless to say, No. You are still able to say "No", I repeat all the time when you were kids?
Oh, I love children ... is the human part of you that I prefer. The problem is that when you grow up you become, as the reverse process of the chrysalis. From beautiful butterflies filled with color and vitality, we transformed into beings with no backbone, able only to crawl. Worms, here you are home ... And I've already said many times!
And okay, I can not do anything. I will return to my work, but I'm sure you return to your crazy self annihilation. Even today I have vented ... It is a strange time, must be the gray above the forest, and the cold that penetrates through the wet rocks of my tower. Gor has forgotten today to light the fires, or maybe he did it on purpose. Is cultivating a dream necrophiliac. He wants to taste the cold caress of the gentle lady, and every day is giving me an excuse to fulfill that desire his macabre.
But then what could I expect from him as a human being defaced?
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