There are roles in this world.
You can break them if you just find the right steps.
Join the military!
Bam!
You can now 'legally' kill people.
Remember kids:
It's not terrorism if the government does it.
And hides it.
And actively tortures people.
They're doing it right now, Y'know?
Ah, the love of playing god.
Man loves it.
Sentience thrives for it.
Sentience grasps its greedy claws around every idea of control and manipulation just to get a single, simple drop of that sweet nectar we call power.
But little does sentience know,
It was all a figment of its own imagination.
As an invasive species, our goal is to take.
Our goal is to spread and destroy all that we believe is below us.
Even our own kind.
We are violent and ruthless.
Even if you're called 'kind' every day by a passerby.
You ignore people in the streets.
Suffering.
You ignore underage drug addicts in a public restroom.
Suffering.
You ignore your own suffering.
Saying to your mind that your weak and should never be seen that way.
You train your jaws to lay slack and look pretty for peacocking instead of to bite and rip flesh.
What am I getting at with this?
I'm not sure.
As I'm just some newly 16-year-old kid.
Seen as weak.
Ignorant to the laws that try to control me.
Seen as nothing but a twig in her bed with a million thoughts in his head.
Did my age change your mind?
Or was it my awareness?
Guess we will never know.
As silence consumes me.
