May 13, 2011
I want to make a difference.
But whenever I try, I'm pushed down more.
Everyone hates me.
Everything is against me.
I try to make a difference,
End up tearing everything apart.
Now, human life is over,
and I shall use these bloodied hands,
to tear apart one last thing.
The last human being that ever roamed to see.

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