To be or not to be.
That was never the question.
No matter what it doesn't matter.
Exist or not.
You don't matter,none of you do.
You humans are so sure of yourselves. Believing that you are important or special in some way,yet you truly aren't. You're just a tiny,insignificant speck in the fabric of the universe. You all think highly of yourselves and it's so entertaining. You're all just small children throwing tantrums,hitting and biting. Each trying to be greater than the other,trying to say you know what's right and wrong.
I remember loving that,your fights,your wars and crimes. I got high off it,more high than some of you humans could ever dream. It was glorious. You fought for a nonexistent God,for freedom,for power,for honor and for love. You fought for the worst of reasons and for the greatest.
I never grew tired of it,till......
Till she came along.
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One foot in the Grave
RandomDeath enjoys her time with humans. She enjoys watching them fail,fight,betray and ultimately destroy one another. It brings her joy,till she meets a small young soul. The soul was small,weak and curious. It feared nothing and it puzzled Death. What...
