The Cruelty of Life

I can’t comprehend it. I can’t fucking fathom the abyss of cruelty it takes to harm an innocent human being. What darkness twists a soul to revel in destruction? How do they sleep, these monsters cloaked in human skin? How do their hands not burn with the memory of what they've done? The ruthlessness, the apathy, the cold, calculated violence - it’s like poison in the air, suffocating everything good, everything human. It’s not just evil - it’s a violation of everything sacred. I want to tear through their indifference, shatter their malice, and make them feel the weight of what they’ve done. Every scream silenced, every tear shed - let it haunt them. Let it consume them, as they’ve consumed the innocent.