Life! From what you've made of it, is a poison, is an empty field. It is in everything around us, a fantasy, the screens, the grids, what you call ethics! Reality, as you know it, is a veil of smoke. Neither your deeds, nor your beliefs are yours. You are the puppet of a spirit made from scratch. A pile of cells. You're spreading fear, as you can't control it. Your life is wretched! Your mind is no less. You are the puppet of a spirit made from scratch. The role of know-it-all, the sense of being right. The truth, in your eyes, but it comes from their mind. The truth is in your eyes, but it comes from their mind. Your end is near, but makes no sense at all. Embrace the sorrow!