It is hard to take in when simple-minded, fragile, too hopeful, weak, temping, prey get the best of everything. How of all things get the best of others who find them as bugs crawling about on the earth. Sickening really. Oh that feeling to put them in their place just make the body quiver in delight.

In a world like this, there are only small joys in life that can be notice for what they are. And shall never be wasted or cast aside as just a thought passing in the wind.

A thing like this, shunt go unnoticed.

They must be broken. How though, it has be something they can't walk away from. Something that will be printed as a hot bran in the minds of the survivors. Young and old. Haunting forever their minds, make them jump when those five senses are attack full force. For that blood would run cold and stop in fear. For them to seek refuge, beg out in tears, and get so little in return for something that is impossible.

For the doubt of what this heavenly body of created cosmos know as the universe.

Disgruntlement has to be done, now.

The wills others won't stand for what's to come. Only knowing that it comes as a teasing word, with a heavy impact. But something others will just brush off, only to be pushed down the stairs, kicking the bucket, hanging off the ledge of life and death. For only to think that this high abstract being was not taking fully. How that curls in the hands of fate into fists of pure revenge and avenge of a small title of justice.

Nothing more would feel better to see all that, for nothing like karma received it. Soon . . . Now!

The End.