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My name is…nevermind
It's always the same dream again—a dark place with twisting corridors. In the centre is something I can't begin to comprehend. Then they start…the screams of the damned, it seems. Blood-curdling, painful, and, of course, ear-piercing. Hearing those noises makes my ears bleed…even in my own dreams. To wake up into the waking of this world is like waking up as another person in another body.
Wake up
Asier
That voice again…they scream it with blood and guts, vomiting out of their mouths like some kind of curse. They close in on me. Their rotting corpses, and even muscle and bone, are dragging me towards that place.
‘Asier, what gives life meaning?’
I wake up in a cold sweat in my bed, shaking after that dream. My ears… are ringing…I have a splitting headache.
There is a pile of books next to my bed, with all of them turned to page 6
‘666? Devil's number? Is that supposed to scare me?’
What gives it a meaning why do humans exist…just to be useless bugs and pawns to a God with limits. Have they seen one without one..with no limits. Nihility….its never endless its inevitable.
I dream of an endless void of rotting foul bodies…their mouths slit open….not as a smile…but as…a neutral face…knowing this is the end…there is no point to suffering any longer. Nothing is real…but how am I writing this if im not real? I never said I was human was I?
Peoples happiness makes me sick…it makes me want to die looking at the weak…feeble RATS with no sense of the inevitable with no sense of what power is.
The strong will dominate the weak. The weak will be crushed under their own making. Human lives where a mistake. God creating humans was a mistake.
Why given free will if they are just going to sin
I’ll just carve it into their skin, their bones their muscle tissue until that word ‘sin’ is carved RIGHT into their soul. Right into their minds as I watch them BLEED.