April 7th

Humanity has lost it's flare.
I was a fool to believe any one person could ever truly be loyal.
It seems childish, but hell, I've lost the will to give a damn.

The pavement is our final resting place, the great and the poor alike.
In our final hours, no one person can remain 'civilised'.

All people are the same. None greater, none worse. Their empty promises are like empty buckets, only help you stay afloat.

The road of decency has lost meaning. When the tide comes in; I will make sure all those who make their empty promises are taking in water.

And as they look up, wondering what happened to the pushover, I shall gladly stride across water and laugh.

Fighting the battle for power