we are who we are
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Last published Sat, Feb 3, 2018
I'm fed up.
I'm fed up of being seen as an outcast, as a freak, a weirdo,a criminal, a murderer. Im fed up of just being seen as another mutant. Another circus act to rid the world of innocent people.
No one else sees that we are merely players. Pieces in this fucked up game of chess. It's either we win or die trying, and believe me i've tried.
I've fought my way to the end, but every god damn time i think its over. There's another asshole to fuck everything up, another prick who thinks they're right. Well i'm done.
The company that you've heard about - Sentinel Setvices- they're the reason we live in the shadows. They're the reason I'm taped in here and not out there, with the rest of my people fighting.
They have blinded the human race and brainwashed them to believe we are the enemies.
We will rise against them and when we do we will restore the peace.
Power, people, persistence.
My name is Emeswaler Voultoures. But most people call me Volt.
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