I have created it.
A monster to destroy my enemy's.
But is it what I want?
Of course it is, I have waited for this day for many a year.
What will happen when I have won?
When humanity has lost the war I have tried so hard to create?
Will I be truely happy?
Probably not, but my life is nothing and will be nothing whether I do this or not.
Happiness is but a word.
Is it truely a being?
No, but who can say differently.
I shall rot here with no one.
All I have is my experiments.
What will happen if I died here now?
Would humanity live for hundreds of years?
Or will someone release my monster.
The monstrocity I have made to destroy everything I cared for.
Although I have not been cared for.
I cared for all of them.
What do I get for the caring and affection?
I get a slit across the throat.
To release this creation.
I must release myself.
But I must mail this note to the one I cared and loved the most.
She will see what they have done.
As I lie here now.
Blood seeping out.
No one to care.
I think if it was the right choice.
I will live beyond this time.
My soul will forever be trapped here.
And they have themselves to blame.
As I pass on I lie my body in a cross formation.
To show no matter what time.
God will always be there to show them their faults.
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