It (#Wattys2016)

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We're not really figures of flesh and bone and blood anymore; humanity was long thrown out the window by our psychotic desire for change, for something greater than even our limits, something far beyond our reach. We craved power and control in the dozens, we demanded that he and she and we and I would be allowed to be anything we wanted to be: to be more than human, to be greater than what even God had planned for us - and in our conquest, maybe even became less than human ourselves. Goals blur over time and age; ours has already messed up a long time ago, so we're just piling more shit into it. Nowadays, it takes more than just duct tape to fix broken viewpoints and that's when you know there is no hope. Forget humanity as a whole; we're monsters. Humans had died out a long time ago, ever since our morals strayed beyond our parents' teachings and mannerisms and crimes held barely a difference.

We're the new age; the new time and style and trend. Our grandsons and granddaughters shall say, "Humanity was so 2016." and we shall nod proudly and say, "Yes, it was your grandma and I who started it." and there would be no guilt; no shame indeed because we tend to say fuck society. Fuck these people and the past. Fuck their old ways, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Because obviously, we're bigger and better cocky sons of pricks.

For we are a generation of monsters, my friends. Demons and ghouls and pontianaks and crap have already blended well into this society of ours; there literally is no difference.

To simply exist and be good is futile. That monster within you shall cock its little head upward, lick its lips and ponder, "When?" It's hungry for another snippet of injustice, or is it you who craves a little more corruption in the world? Who knows really? There really is no difference anyway.