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Exerpt of EAP (OCs-Writings of one)

(((Just as a note, Edward is supposed to be one of the most prolific writers in all of history. Course my writing can't compare to what he the character can actually write so uh yea djdjdj.)))
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Words From an Unknown Man
Death Ears

I find it folly how all of humanity has dwindled down into a boiling vat of scum and putrid waste. Every word each and every one of them speak, think, write, sing- all of it, is on to folly ears. No matter who it may be, they do not understand a single drop of words placed before them. Maybe that is how the world became so corrupt. Neither the intelligent nor the lame understand deeply the inner ideals that waft before them, begging for a chance to be used.
I see them live. I see them die. I'm cursed to do so. I can do things for them- I was blessed with the power to do so. But they do not listen. These things which I wish and long to bring to light are tossed aside for other, meaningless purposes. All for what? Their own vanity. Their own pride, their own egos. I ask, what do these people have pride for? Their countless, inhumane ways? Their bountiful, mindless ideals? Humanity and intelligence must be balanced- but that's asking for a miracle for my far off relatives to realize. They are blind.
Even the most open, are one of the most closed. Nobody understands how thoughts should flow, how words should be constructed, all for a better grasp of the world itself. How ignorant they are. They say they listen but their mouths keep moving. Those that keep them shut lie too- their inner mouths, their thoughts, are racing. If they would only understand, then it could be perfect. But they never do.
     And they never will.
     They are blinded by their own vanity- all of them. They care about themselves and only themselves. All of them lie to the other, nothing good comes from them.
     They will never understand until we are all dead. My siblings and I know this. God, rid of this pathetic rock and all those who remain across the stars.