Consider this, Infant.
You are unwanted.
You are hated.
You are disliked.
You are disheveled.
You are nothing,
You are naught.
You are what is not meant to be.
But you sit there smiling...
Why do you smile?
You know all of these things, but yet...
Yet your innocence,
no...
You know, don't you?
Of all the pain they caused you...
By knowing all of this,
By understanding,
By gaining experience,
You have ruined them...
You know you will likely die,
don't you?
Parents often kill or get their child killed when THEY commit suicide.
But your happy...
Why?
Why are you happy?
I do not understand.
So young.
So peaceful.
So simple.
So malevolent...
They always said the simplest ideas were the most horrendous.
I never believed.
But you...
are so,
Violent,
In mind...
...
why? ...
Illianos
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