Smásaga sem ég skrifaði í skólanum þegar ég ætti að vera að gera eitthvað allt annað.

Life is harsh. One moment you're one of the top guys, you know, the important advisors of the most powerful man in the world, but when you finally make a single comment on how stupid it is to give a false paradise to the dribbling fools on the bottom of our society just to control them, you get fired and tossed out a window. You would think that's bad enough, but then his son, surrounded by 12 slobbering morons, steals my identity and starts babbling about how his daddy is the kindest guy you'll ever know.
Right, he only caused a genocide in Israel when he flooded the damn land, along with demanding blood sacrifices every time someone disagreed with him. Talking about being nice.

Been living all around the world since then, watched these filthy bastards rebel just to elect being put to the same treatment all over again. Fighting over the right to have peace or the right not to be attacked. People blaming everyone but themselves when they get STDs and punishing murder with ten murders. This is the flock my former Lord wanted to command?
He may have tried and he might have succeeded in ruining my name and reputation without touching his son's name, but his lying and scheming PR agents have a blind spot the size of a football field, never did they imagine that an alias would be used. Trashing one's name does nothing if they will never know one's face. This has allowed me to start a small firm myself. Fighting for everything he stands against, freedom and the matters of the mind. Yet the more victories are won, the more I see that the corruption of their minds lie far deeper within.
Being free incites slavery for these fools, the false image of this freedom is more horrifying than anything I have seen. The believe that you are free and that your life is actually good makes those want to force their cages upon others. Through history many governments have focused on whipping the body, but since I have fallen, it becomes more and more apparent that those are not the whips you should fear. You should fear the whips that you put in your soul, the whips that drive you around without a thought.

The whip you keep bashing yourself with, over and over, telling yourself it's freedom.




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