You killed it. You murdered the last tiny shard of hope anyone had for you. You plead innocent and kill the sanity of every living soul that lets you into their minds and hearts.
But why should you care? After all, it's not your fault. It never is, is it? It's always their fault for being too suspicious or not believing you. It doesn't matter how much evidence there is. Or who they are. The only person who's voice matters is yours. Because in order for you to grow, sacrifices need to be made. And not all of them mattered.
You care because you want people to adore you and praise you and never ever think about someone else is when you're there. You're the only one who's never made a single mistake and when you have it was never you're fault. It was his fault or her fault or their fault or mine. Just not yours. Never yours. Just everyone else, because who are they to question you on your blatant lies and disgraceful actions? Or your vile words and the hypocrisy at the very foundation of your soulless being.
Maybe that's why we got along so much. Because I was a sinner and you were an angel.
A fallen angel.
A fallen angel that was too busy spinning intricate webs in deceived minds to realise that those same webs were tearing at the seams, creating endless rips in reality and an abyss of empty words filled with arrogance and spite, leaving in its wake, only a never-ending pit of ignorance.
Ignorance, which is powerful enough to lay the foundations of the greatest empires of all of time and space.
But too weak to defeat the bright flames of revolution once they have been lit in the hearts of rebels with awakened souls and hope beating in their hearts.
