the world is full of bastards lowly peasants who think they're their own masters what do you know independence forever worried about the next paycheck or whether your wife, the love of your life will be found in bed with your best friend but we all pretend that the world is perfect and surround ourselves in our feeble shells
humanitarians striving for world peace but when thrust into a situation for which there is no peaceful solution they are reduced to the brutality they strive against
so called brave men,when thrust into the face of death reduced to the miserable cowards they are blubbering and crying ,even pleading to keep their pathetic lives
the world is hypocracy to which the only escape is death the only element of life which practices true fairness death doesn't care if you are rich or if you are poor whether your life was one of selfless kindness or vindictive cruelty
the reason if i am ever tortured i will either try to escape or kill myself. Im either to proud to beg, or to far gone to care