• Each breath we take has the stench of a dying soul. But do we care?

    Each word we speak is the recycled voice of a lovers last shout. But do we care?

    Each step we walk the bodies of the gone curse at us. But do we care?

    Each time we eat another human dies of hunger. But why should we care?

    Each human we see that has fell to his feet infront of us, howling out in pain. Why should we care?!

    Should we feel pity for slaves? The hungry? The dying? The old? Then again. Why would any of us care!

    If you were suffering. Why should I care? Are you not the same as me? The same as hundreds of you helped to destroy!

    Worthless I am to the world. So worthless I shall become.