My History Is Revised
All the time. Everything becomes lies to support lies, to propagate lies, to keep me alive.
I have the ability to make my past and present match, else I fall into a liars pit.
My Victims
I feel nothing for them. The more I became I found the more I hated them.
I found that my victims could see me for what I was, what I am, what I have become. I hate them for that. They actually question my actions, my motives, my plague. Like they have such rights. I used them to get here. Pillaged them to get here. Retained them while I acclimated and then cruelly discarded them so as to cause the greatest harm upon them.
I Am The Plague
I destroy lives.
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