I'm the scum of the Earth. A true ugly bastard child. When I walk by my surroundings, the trees droop in dejection and the birds sing the song of demise. The grass browns underneath my solemn steps. Black and grey fill my eyesight as I listen to the sounds of the universal examinants. Everything encompasses my neighborhood like a painter's last canvas, making a statement on what it means to truly die and pass on from this world.
A sensory overload of unadulterated vacuity. The more I wish for peace in my little sphere of nauseating nonsense, the less I receive. As I watch the animals scurry away from view, I meditate on my dimensional place in this era of generational hatred. The debts of my forgotten have come back to kill me and I will suffer the consequences of a thousand dictated army's. Until the sea swallows my being whole, I will endure being myself, for I am the scum of the Earth.
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