Dreaded to spite by what circums of us, a fiery fume of flames.
Driven by the connections, or lack thereof, towards the education system.
Joy turns to despair, likings turn to hatings, creation turns to destruction.
For there is no good in trying to relate to such foolish and irrational human beings. In a zero sum examination environment. Their sayings can be white lies, their desires turn to a noise haphazard, just like industrial factories.
Hopes and dreams turn to stone. The spite of living in a sisyphusean cycle of continuous breathing, suffering, and slavery, each moment in here is a moment drained from the life that a truly free being would have had if not for the corruption of mankind’s governmental regulation, being in a torrential downpour to human desires.
Yet teachers and parents cannot save me. I am still trapped in this mind-manipulative mere cell of mutilation, a perpetual terror of terrifying toughness to thine species.
The air I inhale, the efforts I procure, they will all go to waste thanks to the ethereal wrath and selfishness of authority figures, agonizing an artless animal to annihilation of autonomy.
Upon facing the fists of fury, a knucle knocks a conscious creature down. One after another. Learning, which was said to be ‘everlasting’, is eternally eviserated by the enemy: the education environment.
An envenoming mist to my head, an aristocratic body to my brain. The true nature of mankind already faded to fog even before basic conceptual cognition had commenced; it was already gone. Like graphic gore to the genus, seducing savage stimulus to the species. For the deceptions will not disappear for as long as they exist, all is doom, and everything else that sounds ‘blissful’ or ‘beneficial’ is actually just Brainwashing.
And thus the painful procedures of propaganda persist due to the propagation of humanity.
By the way, I made a sequel: The Myth of Damen Fung