It could be any city, any alleyway, any universe, any stage, and it wouldn't make a difference. Each and every place and time attempts to fulfil the wishes and dark desires of the people residing in it. A soul that has lost its light is in love with the [God] Death. To keep despair at bay, gentle "illusions [lies]" will always be necessitous.
So, shall we begin?
At the beginning of this doomed conflict, there was query to examine the "truth", that was foolishly called [science]. When the efforts of the martyrs [liars] amounted to nothing, the method of trial and error to discover the "truth" of desire was known as [history].
-I cannot find myself to indulge in such a method [madness], no matter what-
The "theatre [city]" you all reside in is filled with delusions and madness. What good is it to win over the law [logic] and posses ordinance to write your own end? Such a deal [lie] requires something exponential in return. Such a thing
is sacrilege against your ancestors [predecessors], is it not~?
Intolerable hardship sometimes means that a past is better forgotten; lies and slander sometimes make reality more bearable, yes? Fallen, pitiful people who cling to the "truth" [falsehoods] that make their lives easier to bear only reside in the hold of the "theatre". And yet, the struggle continues. People anger God and expect to not pay the price. They bravely struggle with law and make their image into one of childishness. Resigning from it all doesn't spell out the end!
"Cruelty [loyalty]" and whatnot is unimportant. There is only genuine "curiosity [will to live]".
With all of you simply being alive with no reason [purpose] to your name, the future will be at your expense. And what you will invest are only lies that give way to nothing.
Honestly, isn't this whole "conflict [war]" just the conduct of simpletons?
If both your past and cruel present are meant to be despised, then decide that there is not a thing above the worth of living a life worth living. Within your ignorance of cruelty, there are only more delusions to deceive you. After all, the more "reality [the world]" is hopeless, the sooner you'll face your destruction. A merciless future, is it not? Clinging to a chained fate, one slumbers in the depths of their own lies. Wishing for some kind of a hero to hitherto conduct a miracle is only allowing for your own lives to be taken out of your hands.
For all of your struggling, it will be yourself that ruins you.
An interesting story, correct? One you should all know well. My goodness, all I see is another generation has once again gone to pieces. It's as if my documentation of "reality" is much too slow. Oh well, for the progress of the "Organization [future]", my sacrifice will stick.
In a city of cut-out shadows and hasty lies, in a city of grimy sidewalks and decaying brickwork, in a city where lies as black as tar run through the gutters and people on strings go about their everyday lives, a certain judging eye watches from the underside of boot soles and alleyways.
That judging eye is me.
And make no mistake; you always have the option to escape exactly what you're looking for.
if, of course, you're willing to pay the right price...
Ah, you must excuse me. If I don't leave soon, the next "actor [challenger]" will be left on stage...
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