Based on a poem by Frederica Bernkastel, from Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni (or maybe a collectible post card for Umineko, I can't remember).
I was the most unfortunate.
I knew that there was no exit out of this maze.
Souls were not meant to be sealed away in the Millennium Items, nor in anything else. They were invariably corrupted by the bloodshed and hate these items were forged in, retaining their prior personality as only a cover of what they had become.
The bodies that became hosts for these souls were not free from influence. The souls originally residing in them were not harmed, but the body could not be allowed to continue its unnatural existence, and the soul cannot exist in whole without the body.
I knew Yami Bakura would be the cause of my death.
I knew there was nothing I could do.
Then, he was the next unfortunate.
He did not know that there was no exit out of this maze.
Marik's other soul was not created by sealing a soul in a Millennium Item, however, it was born of the hate created by an Item, and controlled that Item as its own. It was corrupted.
Marik believed that if he could only destroy Yami Marik, he would be free from the harm he could instinctively feel as his destiny.
He was wrong.
A Yami is that which can never be destroyed.
But all the rest weren't so unfortunate.
They didn't know that they were in the maze in the first place.
Yugi was innocent. He believed in the goodness of others and the world. He believed in the goodness of Yami Yugi.
A Yami does not have goodness. They are made of the dark and the evil.
Yami Yugi had once been good, and that goodness warred with the evil that inevitably won. The prior goodness was used as a cover, and not even Yami Yugi knew of the darkness inside himself and inside the Puzzle. He was the most dangerous, the most unnatural. A Yami must not be made of both good and bad; it was against their nature.
Yugi did not know that he would die. He lived in blissful ignorance.
I did not know whether to scorn him or be jealous of him for it.
The innocent hosts die, and the Millennium Items will forever live.
The world is unfair, but it is right.
Our existence is wrong.
And thus, we shall die.