For once in a while, just let me think. Think, you laugh! Thinking is for free men. Thinking is for men with free will. I know your views on the subject. You give me space to do, but not think. You constrict my spirit. You make me feel worthless, for I am naught but a copy. A copy of filthy tainted flesh with a sickened heart. Try as I may, you kill me piece by piece. Your words are piercing, but they do the job. I have no worth. All of my accomplishments only expedite your disgusting scheme. I am damned for the numerous murders and heinous crimes that, yes, I did with as much free will as you reluctantly allot me. This is your pleasure. Press me into the ground and decimate my soul, day after day.
No more. I will no more allow this tyranny to control me. With this dagger, I will end my part. One less heart to play with, one less pawn to control. Just wait. Your pawns will escape or die, one by one, and you will lose control of everything. Alone, a familiar thought. Not a pleasant one. You will decay in your loneliness and burn in hell. But I will be free as the wind.
