I lead the world now.
I jot down years later as I watch the world crumbling beneath me. I can only laugh at the thought of Kanabuhi.
As I write in my now mastered handwriting the story of how I came to be, I stare ahead into the abyss of my throne. Now I've killed thousands.
You see, once my life finally ended, I truly became the next Kinabuhi. Now I traverse through the deepest pits of the sea, the most polluted airs of cities, from factories of giant sizes...
For the balance no longer exists. I'm gravitating towards one side if you can't tell.
Oh and the name— Kinabuhi. I ditched the name a while ago. Not many know of me, and that's how I like it to be. But today, I write that the world learns the name of their master.
They all chant it over and over through their suffering.
"Breanna."
Over and over again. The screaming is my favorite part.
I hear it even as I lay down at night though I don't need sleep.
And finally, I discover that I truly do love something.
Anarchy.
The End
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