Dead World This Will Hurt Someone
- We live in a dead world. Dead because you killed it. Not with wars, famine or disease - for if anything these are balms to the Earth. Instead you left your signature of death by overpopulating this world with a teeming mass of mindless, sexless, raceless slaves. You abandoned the highest goal you could have aspired to - evolution - and put in its place a factory for the stupid, the ignorant, the despicable. And yet you claim we head towards a glorious future. It may be full of glory but this will not be the kind which bestowsblessings on the meek, for they shall inherit only the iron heel. The race wars, hate wars and holy wars of the coming millen-nium will make the holocausts of the past look like a walk in the park. Hopefully you'll be ther to fulfill your role as victim, as despite the delusions you pay lip service to, that is what you are at the core. You can take your liberty, equality and brotherhood and flush them down the drain of this so-called "civilization". Your progress is a lie and your society an eyesore. You are slaves in chains in the galley of the ship named humanity. Call yourselves united, call yourselves brothers... but when the ship sinks you'll crush your most beloved to death in order to save your own dysgenitic hide. - But ther is one noble path; a proper finish for your miserable existence. Admit your failure, wallow in the despair. Let it iluminate the only way to give your life meaning. Pick up the revolver and slide the barrel between your lips. Enjoy the sharp metallic taste. Warm the cold steel with your tongue. Press the end into the roof of your mouth and hold it there. Now let me do the rest ... alas, if only you all had one collective mouth and my finger was on that trigger. - I won't hesitate for a second, although you probably deserve a much slower form of extermination. This will hurt someone, and hopefully this is only the beginning...
